All about me...

For as long as I can remember I've been crazy about bunnies.

I got my first rabbit when I was three years old and when he sadly passed away, another rabbit replaced him.

During my late teens and early twenties my focus switched to horses as where I lived wasn't suitable for rabbits.

A few years ago I was fortunate enough to move to a larger house with a 200ft garden. Pretty much as soon as we'd moved in we adopted three fluffy, little lionhead sisters from a local rescue.

(Prim, Cinna & Katniss)

 

Nearly a year later they were joined by Haymitch, harder to home as he was difficult to groom and also very food aggressive.

(Haymitch)

 

The fluffy foursome then moved into more spacious accommodation and I started fostering for other rescues.

A few months later I saw an advert of Facebook posted by Rabbit Residence Rescue asking for volunteers, so I started volunteering.

A couple of months after that I decided to offer a home to an older, harder to home, special needs pair and Miss Marple and Morse (now named Rose and Shadow) joined my ever increasing furry family.

(Miss Marple aka Rose)

 

(Morse aka Shadow)

As winter came I found myself volunteering more and more at the rescue and Caroline asked me to foster Claudia and Nemo.

(Nemo)

(Claudia)

After Nemo sadly passed away I adopted Claudia and she was bonded to the gorgeous, but 'interesting', Desmond.

(Desmond)

 

Sadly Desmond passed away after only a few short months with our family.

 

Claudia was then bonded with Mr Magoo (now named Blue) who had recently been returned to the rescue.

 

(Mr Magoo, aka Blue)

 

For unknown reasons Blue and Claudia had a huge fight, several hundred pounds of vets bills later Blue is now happily bonded to Willow (another bun with behavioural issues) and Claudia is happily bonded to Ollie.

 

(Willow)

 

 (Ollie)

 

 

So that's pretty much the story of how I became bunny mum to ten rescue rabbits and also how I first got involved with Rabbit Residence Rescue.

New Love For Old Buns

With the unexpected passings of Gretta in January and Nemo at the beginning of February, two of our older residents found themselves suddenly alone again. Nemo's sister Claudia, who had been much loved in foster for some time, came back to play the dating game and after a short attempt with Bugsy Malone, who unfortunately then had to go back onto medicines, she was tried with Gretta's widower Desmond. This, delightfully, seems to have been a well-fated decision.

Yes, they may not look impressed with me crawling along the fence-line with my mobile phone, but happily they seem more than content with each other!

Would You Trust This Face?

Push It

"Gretta, stop messing about and take the hand-brake off! If we want to get to the carrot shop and back before he notices his car is missing we need to get moving!"

The Parsley Dance

Quite some time ago I went through a phase of using parsley to short-cut the process of getting bunnies to look bright and keen for photographs. Then I decided that too high a percentage of my pics looked the same and certainly too many of them were of bunnies with foliage trailing out of their mouths, so I switched to the hard way:- "being patient". Well anyway, with the pressures of getting lots of pictures in a short space of time for various projects, this blog, websites etc, recently I fell off the "patient" wagon and got back on the parsley.

Lively and photogenic though the subjects are, it can still be tricky. Let's say you are sat on the floor (with bunnies about, why would you not be?) and you have about your person a bag of green deliciousness. At some point, your dear little fluffy model will cotton on that there is a better path to tasty treats than waiting for each one to be individually handed over. A second later you'll have a soon-to-be-empty bag with a rabbit's head in it (rest of the rabbit still attached of course, soon-to-be-full).

So the next thing you learn is to put the parsley out of reach, usually on top of a nearby hutch or run. This buys you a little time, but mounted on the front of that adorable little face is a finely tuned super-sniffer and very soon it will home in on where the pleasing aroma is wafting in from. Before you know it, there you are again with lots of pictures of the same thing. This thing that Gretta is doing in fact - I call it the "parsley dance":

"Get over here Desmond - I need to stand on you for a second..."

Forced Perspective

“You know that technique they use in movies to make some things look bigger or smaller than they actually are? Well, stop applying it to my head and butt!”