Sunday, 12 April 2015

A Recipe for Baked Hay

True story:- Last night I went to make dinner, washed a baking tray, put it in the oven, lit the oven, left it to warm up. Later I took the hot tray out to put food on and there, right in the middle, was a big stalk of slightly baked hay.

When you live with rabbits, their stuff gets everywhere. Often at work after an important meeting I will walk past a mirror and discover I've been wearing a sprinkling of woodshavings and clumps of greyish white fur all morning.

Of course our rabbits are sympathetic and appreciate all we do for them, so that makes it all worth the mess.

"What are you complaining about now? Yes, yes, your human troubles..."

"Don't wake me unless the carrots catch fire."