Baby Bunny Rescue

We met baby bunny here on Saturday, when Sam heard a "thunk" outside her basement window.

Apparently he'd been hopping along only to have the ground disappear under him as he fell into the basement window well. Since it's as deep as I am tall, that meant it was time for a rescue.

I climbed down and pick him up in work gloves. The tiny thing is smaller than my hand, and he just quivered there, looking up at me with those gigantic brown eyes.

Since I am 5'5, that left a few inches for me to lift him out of the well and set him on the ground, but I couldn't see him. Sam said he sat still for a few seconds, realized he was free, and zipped away along the house, through the fence slat, and into the big juniper bush on the other side.

A few hours later, as I was coming back from errands, there he was, sitting in the front yard, near the same bushes, munching on grass. Since then, he's been spotted there mornings and evenings all week long.

I guess getting rescued nearby translated into a new juniper bush home for him.

And I will admit there is currently a baby carrot in the yard very near the bush.

Bruiser Mama

Shampooing the carpets this weekend meant a lot of furniture moving, which, in turn, meant finding all of the tennis balls Katy takes and "buries" around the house. I'd set the first stash of them on the bed only to discover Bruiser treating them like kittens, lined up against his belly, rubbing his face around on one.

Reminded me of that scene in Life of Brian...

Rogers: Why are you always on about women, Stan?

Stan: I want to be one.

Reg: What?

Stan: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me Loretta.

Reg: What?

Loretta: It's my right as a man.

Judith: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?

Loretta: I want to have babies.

Reg: You want to have babies?!

Loretta: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

Reg: But...you can't have babies!

Loretta: Don't you oppress me!

Reg: I'm not oppressing you, Stan. You haven't got a womb. Where is the fetus going to gestate? You're going to keep it in a box?

Loretta: Sniff.

After some more furniture moving, the litter grew.

My babies.

So unfair.

Even Faith had to come over and check on this lunacy.

Slow Life

Slow Life from Daniel Stoupin on Vimeo.

6/16/14 The Buckhorn Exchange Dinner

waiting upstairs for the only table that will seat 9 

the guy at the bar caught me trying to get an angle on the Colorado License #1 and asked if I wanted a picture from behind the bar. Unfortunately, it didn't quite zoom on the license. 

the place is stuffed, in more ways than one

The Zietz family brought this bar over in piece from Germany and across the plains in a covered wagon to Denver. 

also upstairs is the rooftop seating

finally seated! George was the only one paying attention. That's the artist among us.

The Buckhorn Exchange

Denver Botanic & Chihuly, Take 2

I picked Carol up to spend the day together, away from all the Comic Con happenings. Neither she nor I find it all that interesting, so I whisked her away while George was busy for three days straight meeting fans, signing autographs, and drawing pictures. 

I said to her, "It must be gratifying to have so much fame and adulation at these things." And she said, basically, "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" He works hard and never gets to do a whole lot other than the Artist Alley table at all these places around the world. After so many decades in the business, he's earned his fame and can pick and choose what projects to work on, because the Cons are good money for a weekend of easy drawing. 

So while George was busy, we played. 

She'd seen the Chihuly pictures and wanted to check it out. When we arrived, though, there were signs up at every parking entrance "Lot Full" -- and this was 45 minutes after opening. It was a far cry from the week before when the lot was practically empty. I swung in anyway, just to double check and right at the almost closest available spot were three people getting in their car to drive away! Carol suggested I buy a lottery ticket. She even snapped a photo, although you can't really tell what a primo spot this was. You'll have to trust us.

And later that afternoon, when we arrived back at the Hyatt, I scored ANOTHER awesome spot right on the street (no meters run on Sunday) so I could park for free and be right there to pick everyone up for dinner. It was a good parking day. And a pretty good day all way around.

Some photos from the Botanic: