Friday, 19 December 2014

Thursday, 18 December 2014

How to Stop Worrying and Start Snacking

It is not unusual for the dominant bunny in a pair, however loved up they seem to be at other times, to be a bit of a meanie when food arrives. A second before you hand over their breakfast they may chase off their partner, growl and nip at them to remind them the dominant bunny gets first dibs on the snacks.

I can cope with this, and mitigate it somewhat with how I put the food down in their run/shed/aviary (have the veg sorted out in advance, quickly give the first bit to the dominant bunny then spread the rest of the food out etc), but one thing that always tugs at my heartstrings is seeing our dear three-legged bunny Velveteen (on the right, below) being chased off by her bigger partner Hercules. He can get quite brutal with her, possibly aggravated by her reduced mobility not allowing her to back off as fast as he feels she should.

So when, while trying to photograph them, I see them go for the same clump of parsley, I feel very anxious...

"...ehn..." - "...ehn..."

...but then that does mean I feel all the more gratified when I see them sort it out and share!

[..chomp.chomp.chomp..] - [..chomp.chomp.chomp..]

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Snugglesaurus Rex

"Er - since when is snuggle time a spectator event?! Go find your own bunny to snuggle!!"

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Sweet Honour

Today, our sweet fluffy resident Honour is here to tell you that even quite severe head-tilt does not stop a bunny enjoying life - especially one with tasty pieces of broccoli in!


Monday, 15 December 2014

Of Moufs And Carrots

"Oh dear, I appear to have orange lips!"

"I can fix that for you..."

"Nope, 's OK, I'm on it!"

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Paws Crossed As Always

It feels like Whisky has had a nice long break from vet visits recently, especially when you consider he was going weekly back in the spring. But this week he had a snotty nose and some pesky fur-mites to deal with, so we had to go get him another course of antibiotics and ivomectin. He wasn't impressed about being dragged from the house for this outing, messing up his carefully planned nap routines for the day, but he seemed relieved when we got back in the car after the appointment. "I hated that, but at least we are going straight home this time" he seemed to say.

He did act a little confused when we stopped halfway home to pick up some things at the bunny supplies shop, but I think he found the smell of tasty snacky-grass filling the car reassuring for the remainder of the journey.

Back at home, Whisky has calmly accepted that medicines have returned to the daily routine before his evening face-bath, so levels of resentment have not been significantly increased from their usual level. If they had, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be so keen to break out the Whisky-Happy-Dance after at the first sign of the treat tub being opened...

Saturday, 13 December 2014

The Saturday Morning Munch