|Gus, another successful raspberry hunt.|
|Espresso, "What kind of six feet is that, hoomin? You're not even six roaches away."|
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,