A bit of a bunny funny

First the bunny part:There is more excitement here along the Rice River, that doesn't include donkeys or sheep. Yesterday Kohen, Grandma Butchy, and I trekked to an animal swap in Virginia with Maon and two roosters in tow. The hope was to go home lighter. No such luck. Maon had to come home with us, but there are definately interested parties out there. We did part with the Japanese Fantail Bantam rooster. We also made some acquisitions. Grandma keeps asking me why we always come home with more than we take? Not sure Grams. Anyway, I purchased six white polish chickens. Three hens and three roosters. I really only wanted hens, but the seller really wanted to get rid of the roosters too, and threw them in for five bucks. Well, we had spent about 2 1/2 hours in vain trying to pedal our wares, so we decided to head out. Kohen was at this point in typical three and one half year old mode. Bored, and getting naughty. As we packed up the truck to leave, he threw himself on the pavement in a lump of crying, "bunny, I want a bunny." Silly mom doesn't just scoop him up and pour him into his carseat, but gives daddy a call. Amazingly daddy says yes. The bunny man felt so bad for Kohen he sold us an adorable fluffy, fuzzy white lionhead buck for $3.00. So now we have a bunny. No, strike that. KOHEN has a bunny. Name yet to be determined. (What is with this family, we struggle with naming our animals more than we did our kids! Have I mentioned we already have names determined if we ever decide to add another babe to the brood-human variety that is.)

Now the funny part: Kohen quizzed grandma and I all the way home as to what bunnies eat. He asked if they eat carrots. Yes, we said, bunnies like carrots. Flash forward to us pulling in the driveway. Kohen disappears as grandma and I struggle with lifting Maon out of the back of the truck, settling chickens, etc. I start looking for Kohen, and getting worried. When I call he comes running from the backyard. "I got a carrot for my bunny!" He proudly holds up a carrot that is about the diameter of a chopstick, and three inches long, with greens still attached. I realize that my oh so smart boy has invaded the garden, intent on a treat for his new pet. Very cute right? We thought so, until he holds up his other hand, which contains a large fistful of carrots, with greens attached, all the same size or smaller then the previously mentioned carrot. "And I got him dinner!" he exclaims proudly. I shook my head, and had to laugh. He means well, I just hope he's not counting on lots of carrot dinners this fall. My garden has a row that is suspiciously empty now...

Gramma Jan headed back to Rochester today. We had a good visit and it was nice that she was able to watch the boys while I was out of state.

I'll try to get some new Daisy pics today, we'l see how much I get accomplished, never enough!