We picked up two of these guys tonight. Its a Lion/Lop variety. So cute that even I wanted to hold them!
The final votes for names aren't in yet but as of tonight we named them,
Beaver and Genius.
"The Noon of Love"
By J.A. Blaikie
Westward each nightfall
When white lies the dew,
Where the stream makes a bright fall
Of moon-rays for you,
While the night wind goes sighing
Over crag, over hollow,
Like a ghostly replying
To the snow owl's crying,
I the white waters follow,
With lips still sweet from sweet lips kist,
Like a spirit i pass
O'er the gleaming grass
Into the moon and the mist.
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