Not a rabbit

The poppies, grown for Mr B on the lump formerly known as "the grassy knoll" and now to be renamed as the "wild flower hill", took a bit of a battering in the storms over the weekend, and the stems show the signs of a robust recovery.

Today was, however, mostly about rabbits (again...)  The introduction of the new arrival (a litter mate of Joey - now named Piper) went well.  Now they have a proper enclosure - soon to be divided into two enclosures before there is any chance of a litter of Paiges, Leos, Phoebes and Chandlers.... The kids are doing well so far with the "I'm not having anything to do with cleaning up poo" regime I have put in place.  Let's see how long that lasts.

In other news, lots of admin, but not enough, and no gardening.

This does not a happy SooB make (though the totally cute bunnies do help my mood!)

Now listening to the French Presidential debate and shouting a lot at the telly.  Mostly in Anglo Saxon.