Easter Sunday

The Easter Bunny hid eggs in some pretty whacky places. Charlotte seemed to understand they could be pretty much anywhere.














One of the rapidly multiplying reasons why our grass looks so crappy. What the hell do you do about rabbits? We pepper the grass around them with bb's. Reaction of the rabbits? Complete indifference.











Sweet Baby Sophie.














Charlie, one of our esteemed guests, waiting for the rest of us to join him at the dinner table.













Charlie transferring eggs from the basket to the truck, from the truck to the basket, from the basket to the truck.











Charlotte wearing autographed ears she made herself, clever girl.













Eggs schmeggs. I've got stuff to look at, thank you very much.













The eggs