Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Monday, 29 October 2012
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Jemima and Elvis are still living apart following last weeks break-up, but this morning her aggression towards him seemed to have diminished. I still wouldn't put them in the same space together yet, but at least it looks like there's some hope for reconciliation in the near future.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Friday, 26 October 2012
Thanks to a number of generous friends (and Facebook fans) of the Rescue, Serena had her operation on Wednesday. She is now back at the Rescue and starting her slow recovery.
The lump behind her eye turned out to be an abscess rather than a tumour and was removed by the same surgeon that Whisky has been saved by on a number of occasions. Once she is over the initial recovery period, Serena and her partner Sushi will most likely be moving in with a couple of our committee members to live as house rabbits. There she will have a safe and unchanging environment where she can learn to race around navigating with her remaining eye and senses.
We all wish you a speedy recovery, little one!
NB - If you are feeling brave you can see the side-view of her, showing the extent of the surgery, here.
Thursday, 25 October 2012
My house is in chaos. It is a filthy mess and the smell of bunny wee hangs constantly in the air. My stress levels are higher than I can remember them being for the longest time and I suspect the few hairs left on top of my head are planning an imminent escape. Metaphorically it feels like I was carrying too many parcels, had somehow managed to balance them just enough to make tiny steps forward, then someone came along and stuck a big fat heavy one on the front. This big fat heavy one, to be more precise:
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Monday, 22 October 2012
Jemima and Elvis aren't the only bunnies suffering at the moment. With Jemima in the lounge, Whisky has had his house-roaming privileges temporarily revoked and is getting much less of my attention.
Sunday, 21 October 2012
It seems that every time I book a week off work, bunnies know. I don't know how they know, whether they've hacked into my Outlook calendar or whatever, but they know. They save up their illnesses and just as I'm trying to decide which exotic location to carry myself off to, they decide for me:- the waiting room at the vets.
I took Elvis in for what I thought was a simple case of GI stasis Thursday morning, not having eaten anything in front of me since Wednesday morning. But the vet felt something out of place in his tummy and the next thing we knew he was spending a few days highly medicated and under constant observation while they tried to figure out what was up and we waited for him to poo. There were x-rays, scans and second (even third) opinions. It really took my emotions somewhere I don't like them to be. It didn't help at all that I'd been through this a number of times before with other rabbits, having experienced both happy and tragic outcomes.
His first nights stay I went to visit him to cheer him up, but he wasn't really interested in seeing the person who'd abandoned him there. So the second night Jemima went with me and sure enough his mood was much improved. He'd been moved from the small animal ward into one of the big dog enclosures, which meant they even got to hang out and snuggle for a bit. And more importantly, there were poos!
When I brought him home yesterday, accompanied by a selection of medicines to get him through to his next appointment, I was looking forward to seeing him back with Jemima enjoying the garden. What I didn't expect was that their happy reunion would break down the moment Whisky peered into their run to welcome Elvis home. Elvis and Jemima turned on each other and wouldn't quit. Jemima had to spend the night indoors.
I had hoped today (Sunday) would be much better, but unfortunately things got worse. Jemima lunged at Elvis on first sight and I had to separate them again. Just as I was about to take her back indoors, Elvis slipped past me and they tore into each other again with great ferocity, drawing blood and leading to vet trip number five (in four days).
So another night with Jemima sleeping on the floor tonight and I am really, REALLY hoping Monday is a little quieter and, at the very least, free from further trips to the vet.
Saturday, 20 October 2012
Friday, 19 October 2012
Thursday, 18 October 2012
There was an article in Rabbiting On some time ago about a poor bunny who jumped into his cage clipping his leg on the way in and breaking it. Even before this, Caroline and I had talked about how we don't really like the plastic cages as bases for house bunnies because of this jumping up and through to get in, which apart from anything else bunnies will struggle with when they get older. Often they will even try to use the wire door like a ladder to climb up, which makes me feel uneasy at the thought of what could happen to toes if they slip.
I myself have a 150cm cage that I use to contain baby bunnies when I foster them for the Rescue. As they get older and I start letting them out for playtime more and more I am faced with this same problem. Here is one simple solution - bendy sticks!
Available from most pet shops and easy to hook over the entrance, they cover up the wire and provide proper purchase for little fluffy feets. And based on the speed bunnies have been flying in and out of their cage this week, I'm pretty sure this configuration has met with little fluffy approval.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Monday, 15 October 2012
Well just as I am finally convinced that Rocket isn't randomly biting people for no reason any more, we have another crazy chomper in. Meet Rummy, who has already had a go at Caroline (who saw the attack coming and dodged) and two of the volunteers (who didn't). Very painful for those that have fallen foul of his temper, but for the rest of us this little guy is so tiny it's hard to take his tough attitude very seriously! Just look at that cute little Netherland Dwarf face!
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Saturday, 13 October 2012
Friday, 12 October 2012
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
After some grooming and claw clipping last night, Whisky decided that he needed to go over everything again to make sure I hadn't left any fur out of place.
After several minutes doing his ears, front and back he did something I'd not seen him do before - because why do all that stressful sitting up to clean your front paws when you can do it lying down?
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Monday, 8 October 2012
One of the common misconceptions of rabbits is that they are a cheap pet to keep. I am always eager to educate people and give them a more realistic perspective, which sometimes is achieved by telling them roughly what Whisky's vet bills have been for each year I've had him. It's difficult to describe the reaction this gets, so I asked Aero to watch some of the visitors this week while I told them and then attempt his best impression of what he saw.
Sunday, 7 October 2012
UPDATE: Having realised I got Bacardi and Malibu's names round the wrong way, I have corrected the tag, switched the names and will shortly be apologising to the bunnies.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Thursday, 4 October 2012
When you first take delivery of a new baby foster bunch from Caroline they are often indistinguishable. Just 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 little excitable floofs that tear around in all directions until food appears (despatched in a floofy swarm) or it's naptime. But as time goes by they grow, their personalities develop and despite having the same environment and interactions with the world, they all turn out differently. One might become exceptionally friendly (Arrietty), one might be a little shy (Nausicaä), one might turn out to be exceptionally sweet (Yuki), one might even prove to be a bit piggy (Rei). And if you are really lucky, one will turn out to be absolutely, super-confidently, no-sense-of-danger, run-up-the-walls, jump-up-on-your-head crazy. This bunny, this time, is Ponyo.
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
No funny tale today. Instead I'd like to update you on sweet little Serena, who lived in my house with her partner Sushi last winter. Currently living at the Rescue, she has been doing really well in the warmer weather despite her stiff legs, but we found out today that she has some sort of tumour or abscess growing behind one of her eyes.
We are hoping to have her seen by a vet who has experience with this issue in rabbits to see what the best treatment might be, so please pray, send good vibes or just think positive thoughts for our dear Serena. I will update you when we know more.
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Rocket is a bunny so fearsome and with such a history of liberating blood from inside volunteers that the gate to his warren has big blue "danger" signs on both sides.
Putting up those signs was entirely necessary. Passing visitors would see a cute little orange bunny, full of character, come bounding up to the front of his warren, stand high on his back legs and put his paws on the gate. They'd think "Awwwww, look at that little cutie, he wants a nose rub!", then they'd start to lean over the gate...
Rocket's perspective was entirely different. From afar, he'd see a stranger approaching his gate. "I'd better warn them off" he'd think. After charging towards them didn't seem to work, he'd rear up and throw his ears back to show he was ready to fight to defend his territory. But if they still came at him, he was fully tensed and ready to launch into the air to bite back...
There was a time when he was relentless. You could barely get through the gate at all, let alone anywhere near his shed to clean. But these days he is somewhat more forgiving of people, especially those bearing snacks, though I still advise people not to lean over him.
So it was with some slight dread that I discovered he had dug under the fence into the next warren and was refusing to go back. There was nothing for it but to, [gulp], pick him up.
I didn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified when I crouched down to try and grab him and he immediately jumped straight into my lap. I quickly realised there was no aggression in his actions and it didn't take me too long to figure out what he was up to. All those times I've sat on the ground in his run feeding him parsley, teaching him people are not out to harm him, he just thought it was snack time.
He was none too happy when I cradled him, stood up and carried him back to his own house. Not wanting to leave him with negative feelings towards me, after I'd filled the hole to prevent further Rocket adventures I really had no choice but to come back and remind him why he started trusting me in the first place.