Old Guard Not Happy about the Changes to the Backyard

A formal complaint was registered this weekend by both Phillip and Ruby Jane regarding the summer reconfiguration of the back yard.  The re-inclusion of the hammock and water table have confused matters for the elder gentry.  Suddenly when they hop across the back yard -- or more specifically to return to their cage ramp -- there's a large spot of water which literally dampens their hopping ability.

"This is intolerable," said Phillip this weekend.  "Someone needs to be fired for such a poor attempt at feng shui in this back yard."

Upon hearing Phillip's complaint, Mister John replied, "But I thought I was OK with that.  Didn't I win $300 in Vegas last month playing that?"  Oh, that Mister John.

Ruby Jane still has issues with placing the slide ride over a prime grazing area.  Although the hammock she says does provide shaded relief in the summertime.  "What we really need is morning relief from the sun?  Whatever happened to our covers to the cage?  THUMP."  Mister John feebly responded that the burlap sacks were torn apart by hungry squirrels.  No rabbit bought that excuse though.  They tend to buy very little that Mister John sells.

Oh, such is life in the Erb backyard.  Revolution is fomenting and Mary Jane and Betsy Jo have no idea it's coming.

Phillip Lurks in the Background Plotting Revolution While Betsy Jo Thinks Happy Thoughts

Bunnies Starve While Coach Mister John Is Away

Decathlon might be great for Mary Star students but it was quite difficult for the rabbits today who claim they haven't been fed in five days now. While that's quite a doubtful comment, they were quite unhappy with the lack of Saturday frivolity they normally receive. With Coach Mr. John doing his Mary Star medal thang, they were penned up in their cages. If it were up to them, they would have rooted for St. Francis or St. Anthony or someone else to make him come home early.

Root Beer Float (pictured on the left) also said the following, "THUMP. That little girl gets fed every three hours and we get it once a day? That's just wrong. We're cute and cuddly too. We need more feeding times!" She glared before finally adding, "But no baths please."

Do They Know It's Thumpmas?

Thumpmas time is back again! Time to get out your cards and give them to your favorite neglected rabbits. What? You don't know about the most significant event in the rabbit calendar? For shame! And a thump at thee!

Let me recount the backgrounds of the hallowed day of Thumpmas. On that night of December 25th, a tired Joseph and a quite pregnant Mary were trying to find a place to stay for the night. There was no room in the inn so they had to stay out in a nearby stable. All the animals all were allowed to stay: sheep, donkeys, raccoons, dolphins... everyone except the rabbits! They were forcefully moved out by the Shepherds. Then the Magi later came by that night and tried to eat them! How intolerably rude!!! Thus the rabbits on the scene were quite upset and rightly so. The birth of the Baby Jesus startled them with His commotion. With all the Seraphim singing and the Choirs and Hosts rejoicing, the rabbits could do only what they knew: they THUMPED. And with that thump, that startled the Baby Jesus and He cried for the very first time. Granted a few windows broke but still the upset rabbits helped create one of the seminal moments in Jesus' life. The rabbits look back on Thumpmas with mixed emotions. Yes, the great Jesus was born but they were also kicked out of their home, thus starting a tradition in many nations: the chasing of rabbits out of hutches.

Ironically, Miss Jill and Mister John are with new child this Thumpmas. But no rabbits were kicked out. Instead they shall be fed at home by a bunny sitter.

True Chip came out last Thumpmas to Arizona and thumped all night in the Kendalls' laundry room because someone (re: Miss Jill) left the light on all night in there. Rumor has it in the bunny community that Miss Jill and Mister John adopted a beautiful baby girl for the sole purpose of not bringing a bunny out to Arizona for Thumpmas.

Mojave Narrows Regional Park... for now...

The birth-mother still hasn't proceeded to full labor yet so we're driving out to the local regional park for lunch. Some trees, some lakes, some wilderness...

Yeah... just more waiting. But that's ok... gotta think long term. Like when our child will be 15 and stomps their foot and says how mean we are. (Wait, our rabbits do that every day!)

The Endangered Pillbug!

Miss Jill calls them rolly-polly bugs and we have seen very few of them in the past years. Maybe they all fled upon our wedding... who knows? Maybe they fear rabbits. That's more likely. But the population of the helpless pill-bugs has dropped precipitously. Make sure you help save this poor little creature before it rolls up into a ball for the very last time.

Long live the pill-bug. We salute you for your awkward shell, your small curved antennae, and your tenacious strut across the sidewalk. Unlike the louse of Robert Burns' fame, we will not leave you to saunt and sinner. You will be a valued treasure in our yard.

Please don't thump.