Uncle Jay and Glenn Beck

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Stel-laaaaa!!!

Meet Stella:

She is a black French Angora rabbit, eight weeks old.

This is how happy we are that she is finally here:

Even the kitty is happy-she thinks she has been given a big snack to catch, if she can only figure out how to get in that cage. This is Stella's home:

Did I mention how happy someone is?

A is soooo excited to have her bunny. And I am so proud of her for all the research and prep she has done to get ready, and for how nonchalantly she handed over the cash to pay for both the bunny and all her set up. I wanted her to have full ownership of this venture, and if she gets it to the money making stage with the fiber and/or with breeding, she gets to own all the profits. Or she gets to learn about how hard it is to make a profit. Either way, it will be a great life learning experience. And in the meantime, we get to pet a soft sweet little bunny and enjoy her no matter what the profits!! Oh, and did I mention the poop? She makes quite a lot of it. It will make my garden very happy. Yay for poop!

Corning Glass Museum

Today we went down to Corning to visit the glass museum and do a glassblowing project at a glass studio with some local homeschoolers. The project was an Easter egg shaped blown glass ornament. We got to each choose a color combination:
Then the blob of hot glass was prepped for us, so that all we had to do was blow:

The finished egg got a hanger:

Afterthe project was done we headed over to the museum. Here the girls are checking out a glass water lens:

And here, they and their friend R are hamming it up by a Tiffany glass window:

I though this chess set was pretty funky:

The girls really enjoyed the day. They were impressed with all the different things that are made with glass and said they could watch the glassworkers do their thing all day. Oh wait, I was the one who said that, but they agreed! I'm sure if I wasn't so wiped out, I could add more about our day, but, hey, I blogged, so beggars can't be choosers.

Gorgeous Day

We had us some fine weather today! So we got outside and enjoyed the newly hung swing:
Let the cats out to play, too. This is our new kitty, Willa:

We set up the trampoline:

And jumped with wild abandon:

..and High School Musicalness:

We also managed to squeeze in brunch and a walk on the property at my Dad's, a visit to a CSA Fair to meet the farmers, held in the school where I went to sixth grade, and a spontaneous visit to the Ithaca Falls to watch fly fisherman in the creek, commune with nature along with a couple Tibetan monks, and build a few obos with the rocks. But I did not get pictures of those events.

Cheep!

My husband is the devil. Ok, he's not really, but when we go out to a store, he makes me buy things, even if I am just planning to window shop or do research on something I am planning to buy. So, the other day we went to the local Agway store because I wanted to look at pet food options and see if they had cages for rabbits and check in on the baby chicken situation. And I walked out of there with a brand new chainsaw, and an order placed for 6 baby Rhode Island Red chickens, due in April 7th! Ack! I am really going to be a chicken herder, or poultry farmer, or whatever you call someone with chickens! See, I was planning to get chickens this year, really, I was. I just had not finished doing my research on it, and had not designed a coop or tractor for them, and I had not looked into how I was going to feed them or learned all the stuff there is to learn about raising chickens, and, and, and.... My dear sweet husband saw the books and magazines about chickens laying around, and heard me talk about where to put the coop and whether to eat our layers or raise broilers, and he assumed that I wanted to actually own real, live, clucking, pooping, egg laying Chickens. I mean, really. Where did he ever get an idea like that?

Anyway, because my husband is the shopping devil, I now have exactly 27 days to get my act in gear and be ready for the little peepers. 27.

Thanks, C.

p.s. Really, I am happy I am married to the devil. How else would I ever get anything I say I want to do done?