A Bit of Tea?

OK, this one didn't quite come out like I wanted, then I lost patience with it. I like the idea, but the final result wasn't exactly like I had pictured it in my head. Watercolor can be difficult to deal with sometimes. Maybe I'll try again with crayons.

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Bird On a Hot Lamp Wire

I'm very fond of birds. They often show up in my artwork. Like this one:

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The Spider and the Blue Jay - a Short Story

  Once upon a time there was a spider. He was large garden spider. He had a beautiful web stretching between a hanging planter and the side of a suburban house. He was a busy spider, catching and wrapping up meals whenever he had a chance. He never bothered anyone, kept to himself, was very quiet and ate bothersome pests. And his web, when covered in morning dew, was a wonder to behold.

One day, a raucous blue jay spied the garden spider. "Oh look," he said. "A spider." The blue jay swooped down in a glorious flash of blue and white and landed on the planter hook. He cocked his head this way and that, regarding the spider who was tucked neatly beneath the hook.

Then, without a word of regret or apology, the blue jay plucked the spider from his hiding spot and carried him off.

The End


I like to think he thought the spider looked like the friendly sort and took him to his nest to play. I refuse to consider any other alternative.

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So Easy Even a Caveman Could Do It - Or Could He?

And here's some awesome art created by one of the ducklings - Snickers made an awesome Caveman sculpture:
 

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Expirimenting

An expiriment with old scraps of paper, bits of metal, this and that:

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Fido! Fluffy!

OK, so the other day I told you about Bunderfluff Nibblenubbins. And to continue that rambling train of thought . . .

One of the most awesome parts about having a pet with a ridiculously long and hilarious name like Bunderfluff Nibblenubbins is bringing him to the vet. Not because I like the vet, or the money it costs to visit the vet, but for an entirely different, if somewhat selfish reason. It may actually be worth bringing him in for regular checkups just I can sit in the waiting room and hear them call out 'Bunderfluff Nibblenubbins?'

Much better than Fido or Fluffy!

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Bunderfluff Nibblenubbins

We are now the  proud owners of a rabbit. Yes, a rabbit. A Jersey Wooly to be exact. His coloring is agouti, which is just a fancy way of saying 'regular yard rabbit color'. But really, agouti sounds so much nicer, doesn't it? It makes me want to  put my pinky in the air, like this:

And really, saying that he's agouti, or yard rabbit color, isn't quite accurate either. Because, well, I've never seen a yard bunny that's quite this fluffy and cute. He's a little ball of angora fuzz. Which sounds nice, but it tends to turn from fuzz into hard little nubbins of tangled, matted, congealed fur around the back-end and armpits. (You didn't know rabbits had armpits, did you?)

And, (stream of consciousness here) when I say he's a little ball of angora fuzz that makes him sound like a sweetie, doesn't it? Well, let's just say that he's a teenage boy bunny. That should give you a clue to his personality (and get me somewhat prepared for my own male ducklings imminent rise to teenage-ness). And by stating that he's a teenage boy bunny I mean he has aggressive tendencies. And can be quite mischievous. And doesn't like to be corrected. And gets very territorial. And is very very possessive of his food. And does sometimes like to be scratched behind the ears. And has strong back legs and sharp claws.

But there is a cure for all the wickedness. We could get him neutered. That's supposed to cut down on all those aggressive, boy-bunny things that he so loves to do right now. So why haven't we done that? Because holy bunny-crap - it's expensive! I could get 25 rabbits for the cost of getting this one neutered. For that matter, I could get one girl bunny and make a whole army of bunnies and save ourselves hundreds of dollars. Wait, no, that's not the point. In any case, I can't justify the cost. I need to do some comparison shopping - get a second opinion. Or just deal with it. Sometimes he's nice.

But, from what I've read, once he gets past his teenage phase, he should calm down a little bit. I hope so - I don't like being afraid of a 2.5 lb ball of fluff that's confined to a cage. It's like a scene from Monty Python - that little bunny has BIG SHARP POINTY teeth! But really, he's not that bad. The only time I really need to be careful is when I fill his bowl with bunny-crunchies. He has a tendency to attack - thinking I'm stealing his food no doubt. (Mine! My food! Rawr!)

Oh, and most important of all (and if you've made it this far I commend you on your ability to put up with rambling) is his name. What did we name this little ball of wonder-fluff?

Bunderfluff Nibblenubbins!

The perfect name if I do say so myself.


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