Showing posts with label Hercules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hercules. Show all posts

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Sunday, 14 February 2016

The Valentines Day Mastication

Somebun's in trouble...

"Excuse me, but how was I supposed to know they wouldn't deliver Velveteen's flowers on a Sunday? They were great flowers too. Really TASTY flowers. When they arrived yesterday I just assumed they were breakfast..."

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Bunnio Absentia!



Just look at this sweet bun buns, sitting there eating his fresh hay and acting all innocent. This is Hercules, husbun of three-legged Velveteen. You'd think his name should be Mr Magoo by the magic he managed to pull on me last week, turning invisible inside his house until after I'd had a mini-heart attack looking for him everywhere and then poof, the magician reappears looking like he'd never left at all...

The rotter.

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

A Healthy Disappearance

"Health check day?! Being poked and prodded and having claws trimmed?? No thanks!! Fortunately rabbits are champion diggers, masters of concealment, so you're gonna have to find me first!!!"

"Is he gone yet?"

Sunday, 17 May 2015

A Strong Sniff

"Oh my, Jinny was right, your pockets smell delish!"

Thursday, 18 December 2014

How to Stop Worrying and Start Snacking

It is not unusual for the dominant bunny in a pair, however loved up they seem to be at other times, to be a bit of a meanie when food arrives. A second before you hand over their breakfast they may chase off their partner, growl and nip at them to remind them the dominant bunny gets first dibs on the snacks.

I can cope with this, and mitigate it somewhat with how I put the food down in their run/shed/aviary (have the veg sorted out in advance, quickly give the first bit to the dominant bunny then spread the rest of the food out etc), but one thing that always tugs at my heartstrings is seeing our dear three-legged bunny Velveteen (on the right, below) being chased off by her bigger partner Hercules. He can get quite brutal with her, possibly aggravated by her reduced mobility not allowing her to back off as fast as he feels she should.

So when, while trying to photograph them, I see them go for the same clump of parsley, I feel very anxious...

"...ehn..." - "...ehn..."

...but then that does mean I feel all the more gratified when I see them sort it out and share!

[..chomp.chomp.chomp..] - [..chomp.chomp.chomp..]