Monty

How about a lot of herbs and a digging patch, eh?! I need a dandelion oak too, hoomin.

- Thank you, Andy!

Marcy

I hereby declare M*nd*y to be no more. It's a Bananday from now on!

- Thank you, Tori-Jane!

The Bunday Evening Thumps

Espresso, "Hoomin, where's that pineapple you started growing?"

Espresso, deciding to sit in the one spot where the afternoon sun would get him just right.

Espresso, "Just bring the bananas or I'm calling my agent!"

Good Evening, Everybun!

The hoomin stood in the dark doorway of a cheap motel room and kept re-reading a copy of a telegram. From time to time, he would look down at the thin line of light shining through the gap between the door and the floor, hoping that another piece of paper would slide through. After a long pause, the hoomin knocked gently on the door and asked, “Are you still there?” He was hoping his contact was still there, like a friendly ghost.

“I shouldn’t be,” answered the voice sounding an awful lot like Mr. Spressos.

But the hoomin clammed up and couldn’t say anything. He realized no bun was coming to the rescue. The guys that know how to had finished rescuing a long time ago. They had guided home everybun through the thick and thin; scary and poisonous; and their show had ended. They had left us memories of how rescues were done. That’s more than what they had to start with.

The prolonged silence made Mr. Spressos impatient. “Look, Mr. Hoomin, we’re running out of time. If you feel compelled to confess or beg, don’t bother. We’ve seen your promises. Your deeds betrayed your sins of thought. We wouldn’t be here otherwise, would we? Goodnight, Agent Hoomin.” said Mr. Spressos.

The hoomin heard a muffled but firm thump on the other side of the door. Mr. Spressos hopped away for the cover of darkness.

Goodnight and good luck,

- Espresso

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Gus, another successful raspberry hunt.

Espresso, "What kind of six feet is that, hoomin? You're not even six roaches away."

Greetings, Everybun!

These are the "hang out with as many rabbits as you can" days. Just the other evening, Charlie puddled on one side, I on the other while the hoomin sat in the middle and tended to us. He had a magazine article in his lap and read as his paws massaged us head to tail. It made for a very lovely and relaxing time.

He said it was the best thing about the "virtual" day at the tar pits. He's very grateful to have the tar pits to fret about, though. Of course, it's so we can have whatever we need.

All the carrot starters are doing well, and even the poor pineapple starter is alive. My hoomin thought the pineapple may not make it, but it's sprouting new leaves! Going out to water these treasures is another thing he looks forward to every day.

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso

Derick

You'll plant whatever I tell you to plant, hoomin! We'll put your plans under the cawwot patch.

- Thank you, Andy!

Dougie

Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the nanner.

- Thank you, Audrey!

PS: Thanks, Albert, for the inspiration ;-)

Juniper and Magnolia

Go, distance youself, hoomin! You saw nothin'; capiche?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika! 

PS: A little bit about Juniper and Magnolia,
AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: Black and Brown

GENDER: Spayed Females

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

BHRR: http://bhrabbitrescue.org

The BHRR fundraiser is still going and is over the 3K mark.

Fundraiser: https://www.gofundme.com/brambleyhedgerabbitrescue