Sunday, 31 January 2016
Saturday, 30 January 2016
Friday, 29 January 2016
Thursday, 28 January 2016
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Recently a woman in Alicante came across a sorry sight- among other unfortunates, she found emaciated dogs chained to poles and, in one bare metal cage void of flooring, bedding and food, a rabbit that was probably destined for the meat market. That Spanish bun buns is a very lucky lady, as the woman rescued her, vaccinated her and flew her via pet taxi all the way to our rescue.
She's quite a big girl and certainly has a strong attitude. Although her rescuer told us that she's now spayed, Caroline and I suspect from her behaviour that perhaps, if this is the case, the operation was not done properly. Her submissiveness once caught made photographing her positively somewhat difficult, but I hope once her hormones settle and her trust increases there will be better opportunities to show her off in full glory.
She certainly announced her arrival with a bang- originally she had been contained in a plastic quarantine cage in the Reception Barn. Since she was being very energetic, Caroline consented to construct a panel enclosure around the cage for some temporary run time. This turned out to be very temporary indeed, as Bonita decided upwards was better and went mountaineering across our shelving units.
Upon opening up the morning after her intake, Caroline then found that Bonita had broken out of her cage and spent the night terrorising poor Jessica the Cat!
Now Naughty McBunbuns has moved into a wooden hutch where she is continuing to show us her true character. I get the feeling she is going to appear on the blog quite a lot in future!
Monday, 25 January 2016
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Saturday, 23 January 2016
Friday, 22 January 2016
Thursday, 21 January 2016
Wednesday, 20 January 2016
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
It's our dear Gavin's 9th birthday next month. I know what he'd really like as a present, especially after being here for many years, is a new home- in his old age he's getting quite soppy and enjoys head rubs and fuss from any passing volunteer, especially one on a Monday that he has wrapped around his paw. Unfortunately what he's probably going to be getting is a lot more head rubs. We'll have to think of something special, eh?
Sunday, 17 January 2016
I decided to make this weekend about teaching Anouska and Bobbit that they are allowed to roam the whole house. For some reason, they consider from the lounge, through the hall to halfway up the stairs a no-go zone. My only guess so far is that Whisky made such a good job of scenting it for his own that it is going to need extra scrubbing before they are not afraid they are roaming in another bun's 'hood.
If I can get them to go all the way downstairs of their own accord they can start telling me when they want to go outside, rather than the current setup: guessing they do, carrying them downstairs, finding (often) that they don't.
Well it's still a work in progress. For example, although he liked to joke around with them, Whisky got on perfectly well with the birds that visited the garden. Bobbit however has a long way to go to build any trust between himself and the local wildlife...
I'm starting to think this might take a while...
Saturday, 16 January 2016
Friday, 15 January 2016
Thursday, 14 January 2016
One of our special needs rabbits is Marlon, a big boy with degenerative joint disease. At one point amputation was discussed to give him relief from the pain in his right shoulder. I think we can probably assume that his medication is working, however, because he seems to have forgotten all about it.
Yes, that is his enclosure behind him...
Time for some better rabbit proofing I guess...
Wednesday, 13 January 2016
I've taken so many photographs of our wild trio but they have a tendency to sit nicely at a distance too far for my poor little phone to pick up very well or to blur a lot, so I haven't been able to feature them as much as I'd like to! I did, however, manage to sneak up on a little bun I suspect to be one of the girls.
Not the best view mind you... and it did give me flash-backs to B-HV's Last Tuesday Tail...
Monday, 11 January 2016
Sunday, 10 January 2016
Saturday, 9 January 2016
Friday, 8 January 2016
Thursday, 7 January 2016
This darling little baby fuzzball came to us after being rescued as "a cage with free rabbit" following the owner's daughter becoming allergic. She hasn't been here long but she's already started to realise just how to get what she wants.
Wednesday, 6 January 2016
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
After the success of little boy Gadget, his three brothers have been tried with our difficult ladies to test a new theory of Caroline's. Shirley came to the rescue specifically to be bonded but failed to appreciate any of our nice bachelors, eventually leading to the unfortunate loss of poor Neon's ear. This time, however, she seems to have met her match, quite literally.
Monday, 4 January 2016
Being a bunny is an incredibly difficult occupation. There's all that eating to be done, not to mention pooping, digging, sleeping and being irresistibly cute. It's not surprising that after a hard day's work some of our little friends are utterly exhausted.
Sunday, 3 January 2016
Life after Whisky has been about as difficult as you can imagine. So much of my everything was built around him, from the daily routines between getting up and out the house in the morning to the arrangement of any free time I had to make sure I was back home for medicines or whatever. Every day brings with it "first time without..." moments - first time coming home to a house without him in it, first lazy Sunday without him laid out in the sunny patch by the window snoozing, first Dr Who without him sat there next to me (or upstairs grumping about something). There are less of them each day, but the levels of sadness have been boosted as the last of his test results came in and finally when I went to collect his ashes.
I don't want to go on about the sad parts too much, this isn't the place. Here we should be looking back at his life and feeling happy that he brought us so much joy, what an amazing little boy he was.
But still, for me there's the "What next?" to consider. My heart and my bank balance need some time to recover, I don't plan on adopting any more rabbits any time soon. I figure though that if foster bunnies Bobbit and Anouska are going to continue living in my house for the foreseeable future it is only fair that they move into Whisky's old room, it being twice the size of theirs.
So on New Years Day, that's what we did. With a mixture of their furniture and what was already in there, they moved in and now have around 120 square foot of bedroom as their own space. Being the only bunnies in the house now, they also gained proper free-roaming privileges when I am around to supervise, or at least to listen out for mischief. So far they are confining themselves to the upstairs of the house, when that changes I am sure chaos will reign. (Anouska does venture half way down the stairs on occasion but for reasons I am unsure of she won't yet go to the bottom.)
They definitely seem happy with their new room. Anouska has more things to shred and dig in, Bobbit has lots more places to hide. But of course the final approval wasn't given until they'd established that it came with the same menu and level of service.
Saturday, 2 January 2016
One morning, I arrived at the Rescue early to get some more work done. The downside of doing this is that every bunny thinks that breakfast time has arrived and they put on their sweetest behaviour.
In the case of little darling Mr Burny Whiskers, I caught the moment he finally realised I had a broom and not the coveted snack barrow.