Back again...and yes, Anna did eventually get some banana!
Of course Yofi would claim that he is wasting away to nothing and NEVER gets a morsel, but thankfully I don't fall for his exaggerations. Too often, anyway. (Thanks for the well wishes Susan...I know you've had more than your share of experience with insurance companies; I can't imagine some of the frustrations you've seen! So far I still have a hole at the back of my house, though they finally finished soil analysis and say it's all good...excavation was kept to a minimum. Now I'm waiting for them to return and fill it in, and then find out if the insurance company will be paying.)
Today was a beautiful, sunny, warm summer day, so the bunnies had a few hours in the garden to run and play. Actually they don't run and play quite so much as they do sit and 'tan' (especially Miss Anna), but hey, they enjoy it anyway. And I finally recharged my camera, so here's a small photo shoot:
First...the money pit...er...hole (see, it's not big at all)
My clematis
Lemmee out!
Garden inspectors
Kaya and Fritz
A nicer one of Kaya
Annadoo (the ol' red-eyed rabbit)
A 'meh' pic
"Sumbunny needs to go on a diet..."
ooops...never take a photo of a female that shows her extra weight, or you get this look:
Kaya's archnemesis (and my son's as well, apparently)
Anna in her favorite hidey spot (Devil bunny!!)
And now...a group of Yofi photos:
Sitting outside of his favorite hidey spot
And in the hidey spot
"U can't com in unles u knows the sekret code"
"Hai dere!"
"Huh? Wut?"
"I haz a spot on mai face? Where?"
"Iz it gon naow?"
"Hehe...she can't seez me heer"
"or heer"
"Mom sez I talks too much. She'z nutz."
And doing what a Yofi does best in a garden...
"Up Yofiscope!"
LOL...and finally, a picture that was on my camera from a while back. Fritz was snoozing on the sofa when suddenly this came up from behind for a sneak attack...a nip on Fritzie's bum...poor Fritz didn't stand a chance:
Oh, and the squirrel picture I actually took as I plan to send it to my son. Apparently a month or two ago a squirrel got into the apartment he shares with his girlfriend and a roommate...it was running around in the roommate's bedroom, having squeezed in through a hole near his window A/C unit. The roommate wasn't at home so Stephen, wondering what was making all the noise upstairs, went to look. The squirrel started running around in a panic and Stephen (probably in more of a panic than the rodent) ran out of the room and went downstairs to get a broom. His plan, he later told me, was to 'herd' the squirrel back through the hole from whence it came. Little did he know, however, that squirrels do not take lightly to being herded. So when Stephen entered the room, armed with his trusty cleaning implement, the squirrel got REALLY mad and raced out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Stephen panicked again, ran out of the room and managed to get halfway down the staircase. Then he turned around to see if he could spot where the squirrel was in the hall, just in time to see one royally #$%$-off creature leap into the air and land squarely in the middle of his chest, where it latched firmly onto his shirt (sounds like a remake of Clark Griswold's famous Christmas tree scene, doesn't it?).
Now, he didn't tell me this, but I'm almost positive my son must have let out a freakishly high girly-scream right about then. He raced down to the livingroom (still sporting squirrel) and finally amid all the chaos the squirrel had enough and fell off. Stephen's girlfriend opened the door to the apartment and the peanut-eating creature flew out, into the bowels of the building. Door slammed shut, Stephen checked to see if his heart was still going, and then everything finally went back to normal.
One hour later. Stephen decided to go to the grocery store. He headed out of the apartment, went down the stairs to the first floor landing, and THERE IT WAS. The squirrel spotted Stephen, Stephen spotted the squirrel (and again I'm sure there was a freakishly high girly-scream erupted, only this time by both parties), and suddenly the squirrel went into 'attack-the-weird-human' mode again. Stephen screamed upstairs for Brooke, who came flying to his rescue by helping him to chase the maniacal squirrel outdoors...this time for good.
You know, if I wasn't there for my son's birth I'd almost swear he was adopted. He does like animals, but somehow just doesn't have that 'rapport' with them. Well, at least anything other than cats or dogs. Raph never did really get along with him all that well; I had another rabbit, Rufus, who used to bite him - and only him - and would even seek out Stephen's shoes and pee on them; and now a member of the nut-packing community tried to take him out as well.
Ah well, I'm one to talk...for him it's small creatures with big, sharp teeth...for me it's June bugs....:biggrin2: