And She's Looking Good

Our barn where the singles and new arrivals hutches are located does not have great light - you can see fine in the daytime, sure, but it's not ideal for taking photographs without a flash.

So what I sometimes do is set up a table outside and ferry them out one at a time to have new and updated RabbitRehome profile shots done. It can be a bit stressful being thrown (figuratively) into an unusual situation, suddenly on a strange table and the centre of attention, so I do all I can to make sure they feel safe and at home.

One part of that is to have some distraction snacks on the table - not only will this help them understand that something good is happening, but you can gage how well they are coping by how they react to food. Just because they act calm it doesn't mean they aren't just hiding their fear. If they eat the snacks, it is usually safe to assume they don't feel very threatened, if not perhaps I'll try something different to reassure them. That said, there are other reasons why they don't immediately eat what is offered them...

"Seriously? You're offering me ONE pellet? This is the worst modelling job ever."

When Whisky Met Rhianna

"What's with the cage? Are we here for no-holds-barred fighting?"

For the last few weeks Whisky has been coming to the Rescue with me one day a week. Far from being just a day out for him, we have been introducing him to Rhianna, a very sweet natured girl who came in with Tatiana (they look very similar, I am guessing they are sisters).

Whisky and Rhianna had a couple of days in a bonding shed staring at each other through cage bars. Whisky being a fragile little soul, we wanted to take it easy so last week she moved into his room in a cage. With zero sign of tension between them over the week, yesterday we put them out in a neutral space at the Rescue together. It started OK, but ultimately he can't get over his fear of other rabbits, he lashes out in a panic and she would only take so much before she started fighting back. So it seems it wasn't to be.

After a long day, Whisky chose to stay in his room last night looking absolutely exhausted. I thought he'd be cheerier today, but after a series of super-flopped-out naps I'm now mostly getting a lot of this:

"Harumph."

I don't know which part of the experience he is holding against me, but I am hoping the resentment goes away soon. Ho hum.