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Saturday, April 21, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update



... I sayz to him, "Where's that sarx beast you promised again? Yeah, not the dragon bu the other creature." Then the hoomin played stupid and said he didn't promise any sarx creatures. Well, I sayz to him, "You better promise a beast of a treat! Working weekends ain't cheap, you know." Espressor wouldn't even talk to him; he just thumped and demanded triple crackers this morning. So there you have it, our problems for the week.


We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

Friday, April 20, 2018

Fiasco


Yes, I'm waiting, and you're still here. Leave and let the Friday in, will ya?

- Thank you, Kayla!

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Arby and Taco


What do you mean it's "almost Friday?" Is it

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Arby and Taco

They are bonded buddies :-)

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Black & Brown
GENDER: Neutered Males

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Trooper


Got back and bring back the "carrot" and the "ini" TOGETHER, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Trooper:

Previous broken leg – healed – released from vet care. Great personality!

BORN: 2017
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Florida White
COLOR: White
GENDER: Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good/fair

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Dublin and Chessie


 A carrotini, hoomin, he needs a carrotini. Better make it double.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about  Dublin and Chessie.

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Angora Lop / Lionhead
COLOR: Black w/gray /Shades of brown
GENDER: Males
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES: These are two of the most underrated rabbits at BHRR! Chessie and Dublin are deeply devoted brothers who lost their sister, Leelu, about two years ago. Since her passing they have grown even closer and are some of the funniest, happiest and engaging buns you can imagine. Dublin is a binky-king and Chessie is his comic relief. They are separable and truly never out of each other’s sight. They have been adopted a few times but due to unfortunate circumstances with those families, Chessie and Dublin were returned to BHRR. We are searching high and low for their PERFECT family….the one that will open their home and their hearts to these incredible buns forever. If any two bunnies deserve to win the adoption lottery, it’s Chessie and Dublin.

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Monday, April 16, 2018

Thistle


Hoomin, bring a cawwot and I can tell you why you don't like M*nd*ys.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Thistle

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 5lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black/White
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES: Contact us for more information

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, April 15, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 20

Acting as one, we hopped off to the storage bay and pulled out our picnic supplies out of the cooler. Surprisingly enough, nothing went bad. The flower salads and the spinach cucumbers were still good. So were the carrot sponges and nutriberry stocks. Ava and Penny took to preparing the beverages. I took one of our space suit helmets and programmed it to work as a display monitor. Data from our ship’s radar and infrared eyes would display on the visor, and we could watch it at the picnic. We had to have some idea about what’s going on around us even if we couldn’t see it. Either one of us would have to keep an eye on the visor, or some bun would have to stay behind and monitor everything from the flight deck. We would get an alert if as much as field mouse tried to get close. Then, I helped load everything onto that electric cart of Molly’s, and we were ready to go.
Joey's composition
Our little picnic caravan left the ship and headed for the “art exhibit.” Pancake and Abby fired up the hover-stand and went to get the aerial tour of Joey’s installation. First, we took turns on the hover-stand for a closer look at the composition. Every bunny nodded, hemmed and hawed, there were oohs and ahhs as well, but I got the sense everybunny just liked Joey more than anything, and he couldn’t do much wrong.
We wanted to set up the picnic around the middle of the stone circle, and then we started thinking. The spot we had picked seemed OK at first, but then we started to have second thoughts. Almost in unison, we picked up everything once again, and we moved it closer to the ship into an open area. Those giant stones in the art exhibit would provide too much cover for anyone trying to catch us off guard. We didn’t want to spend the night improvising an alarm system against coyotes, badgers or what had you in those woods. And then there were the bipeds.
Joey's self portrait
Joey started the reception by dragging out the veg cart the bipeds gifted us. He lit up the flamethrower on the hover-stand and proceeded to crush the cart into splinters. And then he set the pile of wood on fire. It was quite the riveting performance, with smoldering ambers rising and floating away into the night and the crackle of the flames.
The supper turned out excellent. Hopmeric enjoyed sampling the dandelion carrots and the sweet berry-cherries. He especially liked my raspberry and pineapple compote. Joey narrated everything for him, and I wondered if any of it started to get through to Hopmeric.
Night picnic study
All this time Joey sat on the hover-stand and minded the flamethrower. Abby wanted him to keep it hot, so the pilot lights stayed on and Joey would let loose with the throttle from time to time. The flames roared like the devil gurgling hot lava. Joey enjoyed it very much and let out a guttural cackle every time the blazes flared up. He was making us nervous, and finally, Penny asked him to stop it. He relented.
After the dinner started to settle down, I realized how tired I felt. The past few days had been much longer than I thought. I stretched out on my back and let myself take in the scenery, the sky, the moon, night bugs and owls somewhere in the distance. It was set to be a beautiful, clear night. The stars couldn’t wait to come out, and the giant, orange lantern of the moon was rising to the occasion.
Joey's sketches The first grasp study
We were all quiet when Penny asked, “So, Joey, why only half a circle? You had enough material to complete a small one, no?” Joey thought about it, shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess that’s the first thing that came to my mind. I just had to do something, and I neither had the time not tools for anything more complex.” Pancake nodded and added, “The sheer size and scale of those blocks make you pause when you're around them. It would be great to see what would become of them later, much later.” Then Joey got a little contemplative, “I thought about carving one of those stones, but I didn’t have my antimatter chisels. It just never occurred to me to pack it. It would be a really fascinating project to carve something on that scale. Better yet, it would be great to carve all of them. I’ve been thinking about it as I was arranging the pieces. Oh well.” He sighed and fixed his gaze on the flames of the bonfire.
“Yeah, now those slabs do look a little unfinished, like great, blank sheets of paper,” mused Abby.
“How about something like a series based on historical events? Maybe ‘The Chapters of Bunkind’?” I asked. “Neh, waypoints, the Waypoints of Bunkind,” added Penny. Joey looked surprised by all the attention, and his mouf dropped a little, but he kept quiet.
The first grasp study 2
All the while I kept an eye on the helmet and the colorful display on its visor. Its colors went very well with the evening, and I almost let myself forget that this was our early warning system against unwelcome guests. The visor reflected the celestial expanse above us as the green and blue data danced and glittered. Best of all, the visor showed that we were alone no creature big or small tried to get close to us. The ship saw us as the only infrared hot spot.
“You know, Joey, maybe you could pitch the idea to the Global Warren Assembly?” wondered Pancake.
“Maybe,” Joey grinned. He looked up at the sky and gestured with his paws as if stretching something in an arch from the ground skyward and added, “The first piece would be easy enough, ‘The Orange Hair!’”
“Um, Joey, you know that’s supposed to be the Orange Hare, not hair, right?” Molly chimed in. Joey looked at her confounded as his smile evaporated, “What do you mean, a ‘hare’?” Molly tried to be as kind as she could, “You know, the mysterious Orange Hare they talk about in the Experimental Mythology classes.” “The only experiments Joey did in that class were with his catnip stogies,” quipped Pancake. Molly gave her a side look and continued, “The lore says that the first turning point for Bunkind was some strange, orange hare that became different from every bunny else.”
At the picnic Mr. Toes
Joey looked at Hopmeric. Our orange hare was sprawled out on his belly, napping with tucks out, oblivious to everything. His right paw was sticking out a little from under his chest, and his toes were moving. Sometimes they would randomly twitch, then they would move up and down like a wave. I couldn’t tell if anybunny else noticed that, and I decided not to draw their attention to it. Well, it didn’t matter, everybun did notice, and we were all staring at him, without a word.
After a long pause, we tried to return to the conversation about the “Waypoints of Bunkind.” We came up with a few ideas. There should be the “First Grasp,” the “Nutriberry,” and the “Splitting of the Carrot.” Beyond that, we started reciting our own “Firsts,” and somehow we generalized them to be essential to Bunkind at large. Joey thought the first EBA, any bunny’s EBA, should be on the list. To him, his first EBA was like another birthday. For me, it would be the first skydive. Molly felt the first flight that didn't kill any bunny should be included. She became a different bun when she soloed in a little SkyHop-66. Pancake and I voted for the discovery of disapprovium. When we tried to look for the dark matter in the universe and couldn’t find any, and instead we discovered disapprovium. Abby thought there should be a piece commemorating the First Global Warren Conference. We nodded to this one. And so it went on and on like that, late into the night.

Then, Hopmeric rose up from his nap.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update

"The one-ear salute, hoomin, that's what I think of this," said Espresso dismissively.

The caliradish.
Nope, no sir, you can haz it.
Greetings, Everybunny!

Our hoomin concocted a caliradish and brocoradish. Well, Charlie did mind, but she's the kind one in this warren. I had the oxbow cracky biscuits. I came out of my hidey-hole for this! My Bunstronaut Union boss is gonna hear about it. Such nonsense on a Saturday.

Look, if we don't complain he'll slack off, and we can't have that. We'll be demanding double the usual head rubs and then some, for working on a Saturday again.

We'll keep you posted,


- Espresso




Friday, April 13, 2018

Sweet Lady Button


TGIF, hoomin! Just bring the saaaalad and go or the weekend will spoil.

- Thank you, Christine!

PS: Christine says, "She's a rescue, we adopted her in December. She was one of thirty-some-odd rescued from a hoarding situation. Thank you 3bunnies Rabbit Rescue!
Button is not yet a year old, very sweet and good, but full of attitude and curiosity. Recently, we folded up the x-pen, and she's now a total free roamer. And she loves to give her Mommy kisses!

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Poppy


Bribes? What kind of bribes, hoomin? Only organic bribes make Poppy hoppy, hoomin!
 - Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Poppy,
BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin
COLOR:  Black
GENDER: Spayed FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Fair
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Kensington

 

So, the excuses, hoomin, do they make a good fertilizer?
- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Kensington,
BORN: 2013
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR:  White/Agouti
GENDER: Spayed FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Perfect
NOTES:   One of a litter of 9 babies born New Year’s Day 2013.  She does not like to be picked up or cuddled.  If you have had experience with a headstrong bunny and are looking to bond a lonely male rabbit, beautiful Kensington may be the right girl for you.  (not recommended for a family with young children).
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised. 

Remember Fig
Fig found a forever home!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Minnie and Mini-Me


 No, hoomin, it's not that - it's Trouble Tuesday.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS:  A little bit about Minnie and Mini-Me
They are a bonded pair and need to be adopted together.

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Lionheads
COLOR: Agouti/Black

GENDER: Spayed Females

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Penelope


Very amusing, hoomin. On a M*nd*y, hoomin? You're kidding me, right?


- Thank you, Chad!

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update


Greetings, Everybunny!

So we tasted that infamous kale-carrot this morning. Trickster! We're gonna get him. Or at least his shoes! And the whining about his stupid confuser, that just won't end. Oh get over it, hoomin, would ya? You have a confuser? Luxury!

We got a present from Erica and the Rabbit Utah Rescue. Thank you so much for the card and the toys. Hoomin says he'll add them to our toy setup.

We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Bun Fiction Update

Dandelion-Carrot concept Kale-Carrot concept
Greetings, Everybunny!
We had one of those weeks where the harder we try to run the slower we went. It's hard to point to a single one event that grounded us. Was the computer upgrade saga? At least it's finally done. Was the tar pits? Was it the bunch of miscellaneous nicks and cuts to the soul? Sigh, at least we're past all that for now.
The good news is we have the next two episodes in longhand, and the final one is looming around the corner. We'll be back next week.
In the meantime, enjoy some kale-carrots. If that's not your cup of veg, how about a dandelion-carrot?
- Ava and Penny
PS: Wouldn't you know it. The confuser dropped a huge pile of pellets and here we are, it's almost evening :-(

Friday, April 6, 2018

Bailey and Kahlua


Carrotinis, it's always carrotinis!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Bailey & Kahlua

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Multi
GENDER: Spayed Female & Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised. 



Thursday, April 5, 2018

Sundance


Um, hoomin, how about you keep that story to yourself, eh? That's just too weird even for me.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Sundance:

female-iconBORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED:  Mix
COLOR: Gray  
GENDER: Spayed Female 
LITTER BOX HABITS: Perfect

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k were raised.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Cloud


Disapproval, hoomin, I rain disapproval. Don't bother with the umbrella.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Cloud:

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 4.5 lbs
BREED: Florida White
COLOR: White
GENDER: Female
LITTER BOX HABITS: Needs work

Special needs – healed eye injury

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Liberty


... and disapproval for all! A tongue, a stinkeye and the one-ear-salute, hoomin, that's what you get!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Liberty:

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR:  Gray
GENDER: Spayed FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k were raised.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Fiasco


No saaaaalad, eh? Well, I know where you keep your shoes.

- Thank you, Kayla!

Sunday, April 1, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 19

I woke up and sat up at attention. I felt the ship tremble ever so slightly; something had happened. When I got to the flight deck, Molly and Pancake were in the middle of running some systems check. "What happened?" I asked, still half asleep. "We're just testing that skid you fixed," answered Pancake slowly, drawing long pauses between the words, paying attention only to what she was doing. The skid was lowered, and the ship was resting on its freshly healed limb. Joey was already outside, removing the stone slabs we had used as the brace for our ship. Afterward, he started playing with the loader. Yes, Hopmeric was with him. Once I realized we were safe, I finished my morning grooming, nomming, and ship chores.
Mr. Toes wakes up
I went to check on Abby in the engine room. She, Penny, and Ava were sitting and staring at the modified reactor. Their mood was rather somber.
"So, what's left?" I asked. "Run the wires to the flight deck, fasten them to the structure, so they don't snap off during the launch," Abby recited grimly and slowly without making any eye contact.
"How are the numbers looking?" asked Ava quite excitedly, dissipating the glumulonimbus cloud that took over the room.
"I still have to finish that. Polar orbit OK with you? I can't quite recall how we re-entered. What was our inclination, ten, thirty degrees? I've no idea," I muttered.
"Neh, it doesn't matter. I think I know where that cloud of debris was; we can use the polar orbit if you want. The window we have to hit is very tiny no matter how we get there. I'll help you in a minute," said Abby, coming out of her bad mood.
Well, I went back to my console and prepared everything. We just had to correct the launch parameters so we could hit that location Abby had in mind. As I waited for her, I took a look outside. Joey was still on the loader with Hopmeric, still doing something with the leftover stone slabs. Joey was standing them up and arranging them in a semi-circle for some reason.
Abby and Pancake in the engine room "Hop" and Joey
I put him on the speaker at my console and listened to him for a while, "... cause you have to give it some form, Hop. Hop, how's that stogie? You're not supposed to eat it, you know, just chew on it as I showed you. So, we can have some fun with those stones. We could put them up in a pile, but that would be just a pile. You see, when we arrange them in a half-circle, we gain balance and symmetry. And every bunny likes circles. Do you like circles, Hop?"
Of course, "Hop" didn't feel like contributing to the conversation. I had to admit it would be great to witness Hopmeric's first contribution to any conversation. I pondered how Joey did care about his "piece." He was diligently hauling away the stones from the ship to a safe distance, beyond the reach of our main thrusters during the upcoming launch. Out by the woods, they might survive our takeoff and give the bipeds something to ponder for centuries to come. And I like to think of Hopmeric as the proper co-author of this... "piece." The conversation on the speaker died down as Joey worked hard and talked himself through the handling of another slab. This one he placed across the top of two others, like a cross beam. When he turned around to get another block, he came right up to the window. "So, what do you think, Major?" Joey boomed through the speaker.
Joey and Hopmeric
The voice was his, but the rest of the sight took a second to process! He wore his antique, aviator sunglasses, a red bandanna sat on top his head, and the sleeves of his flight suit were tied in a knot around his midriff. A lit-up catnip stogie hung out of the corner of his mouf. He even managed to decorate Hopmeric. The poor beast sat right behind Joey and sported sunglasses as well. Chewed up bits and pieces of catnip where stuck all over his mouf. I guessed he either ate the thing or lost it. I had hoped it was the latter.
"I'm speechless, Joey. When is the Grand Opening; are you going to have a reception?" I laughed. "This evening, Major. Bring a quest!" Joey played along.
He gently turned around the loading dolly and floated away to pick up the next piece of his installation. Underneath that easy-going smile of Joey's hid a ruthless professional. When he picked up the next stone, he was all business even though he was cutting up with Hopmeric. As he built his stone composition, Joey handled the pieces as carefully and precisely as if they were parts of a satellite on orbit. His exactitude and self-assurance in creating his art project were worthy of the most demanding of jobs between the Sun and Pluto.
Abby looking over the installation
Abby and the rest snuck up on me while I was lost watching Joey work his magic. They stood there for a moment, gaping at the stone arrangement, and listened to Joey make fun of the bipeds, "... they'll be scratching their noggins over this forever, I tell ya, Hop! Mark my words, we could come back here in a thousand years, and they'll be on oning and oning about it. Hey, how's your stogie there? Oh, didn't you lose it again? You want another one?" Joey was enjoying himself, "Major, I tell ya, you gotta tell the others to come out and play. It's such a beautiful day outside!"
Pancake stood next to me, shifted her footing and said, "He's got a point; he's got a point, I give him that."
"OK, where are we, Toes?" Abby herded us back to work.
Mr. Toes
Ava and Penny finished installing the trigger cable from the reactor to the consoles on the deck. We installed a pair of toggle switches between two seats in the first and second rows of the consoles. The bun on the right or left of each switch could throw it and inject the pressurized cadmium chrono-chromium into the core of the main reactor. Of course, the injection was supposed to happen automatically, but Abby wanted a manual backup. All that a bun had to do was get ready when the switch flashed yellow and flip when it flashed red. The window to throw the switch was only a few seconds long, so the timing would be critical.
When we checked on Joey again, he and Hopmeric sat in front of this, I presumed, finished piece. Abby tilted her head and mused, "Why can't we have that picnic we wanted? Isn't that why we came here in the first place?"