2010s: The Decade of the Bunny
People often ask us, how can you take care of two cute young girls and a handome boy when you have THREE voraciously hungry rabbits? Who gets the food? It's difficult but we manage... and this blog details our endeavors in being parents to three darling children while appeasing our hungry, thumping horde of wacky bunnies.
And who declared it the Decade of the Bunny anyway?
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thumpsgiving Is upon Us Again
It's Thumpsgiving once again, that time of year when all rabbits come together and thump about what truly displeases them. Yes, this goes all the way back to the earliest days of our heritage when Pilgrims and Indians when they shared their first big supper... and then gave none of the delicious salad leftovers to the rabbits. The indigenous rabbits of the New England region thumped at those careless humans and the tradition has carried on ever since.
Today Cherry Bugg clearly celebrated Thumpsgiving as an unhappy indoor bunny. The other members of the Erb clan all managed to hop outside while she stayed indoors. Nevermind that it was comfy and warm inside with Miss Jill, Mister John, and the two little girls away for most of the day. She still needs to find something to the thump about. And she always does!
The two sisters, Root Beer Float (seen above) and Ruby Jane, thumped that they were not allowed to hop in the back yard for the entire day. They were rounded up by noon and neither were happy about it. Again nevermind that they grazed for hours on the recently rain-rejuvenated grass. Thumpsgiving is for thumping and not for appreciation.
Phillip clearly thumped at the handyman who was in our back yard creating an extra fence between us and the neighbors to our west. Phillip does not like anyone in his territory; he is the alpha rabbit afterall. Furthermore, he despises any extra interior decoration without his initial approval... in triplicate.
As for Miss Jill and Mister John, it's been a long year since last Thumpsgiving. Two baby girls, an occasionally messy hours, and less hours of sleep have pervaded into their lives. But they would never thump at their lovely two daughters who have brought so much joy (and again lack of sleep) into their lives. Maybe Mister John will thump at the McRib going away so soon... but he barely even knew it was here.