Snoozy Sunday

A rare photo of Willow (& Blue), when she’s asleep is the only time she’s still enough to get a photo of her. 

Racing towards the weekend

Blue bear (aka Mr Magoo) racing towards the weekend.

Hmm maybe mooching in a typical Eeyore like fashion would be a better description.

But you get the idea, we're pleased the weekend is nearly here.

Blue will be less pleased when he finds out he's having a pedicure though...

I'm blue, da ba de

 

 

 

Yo listen up, here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees
Is just blue like him
Inside and outside


I'm blue, da ba de, da ba die
Da ba de, da ba die
Da ba de, da ba die

 

Not sure poor Blue is as keen on this song as me. 

Could always be my singing I guess....

 

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.

Fluffularily Played?

Did you ever have something happen to you where at the time it all seemed so reasonable, but thinking back on it you suddenly realised you totally got "played"?! So here's what happened to me this month, the story of which, I later found out, is similar to that of several of the regular volunteers.

There I am, working away scraping wee-soaked shavings from the corner of some shed or other when Caroline appears as-if-by-magic beside me.

"You know all these litters of oh-so-cute baby bunnies we suddenly have?" she says, all casually and what-not. "Well, I've been thinking how vulnerable they are in the cold outdoors of the Rescue and how they might benefit from being indoors for the winter months. I wonder if some of the volunteers might consider taking them in for a while..."

So later that afternoon, after some careful consideration of the logistics of having a group of tiny floofy joy-bundles somewhere in my house I say to Caroline "Well, I guess, if they're all small an' all, and are happy to live mostly in one of those big cages I have for emergencies, I guess, maybe I could squeeze them in somewhere in my house..."

"Great!" Caroline says, "We'll sort that out next week!".

But by next week, Caroline has been thinking again. "You know what?" she says. "You know who would really benefit from being indoors - some of our elderly bunnies! You wouldn't mind taking them instead would you...?"

So the next thing I know, instead of having a cage of cute little munchkins causing excitable (but contained) chaos in the corner of one room, I have:

• Whisky giving me grief because I've given half his room to Sushi and Serena for the winter.
• Grumpy glares from Jemima and Elvis because they are having to share garden time with yet another pair of bunnies.

Whisky getting his grump on over

sharing his newly partitioned room

Not that I can complain too much - of all the pairs at the Rescue, Sushi and Serena are one of the friendliest. And apart from all the extra sweeping, they are not exactly high maintenance (they do like to spread the hay from their litter trays all over the floor before they eat it).

So it seemed like I didn't come out too badly from the last-minute switch, but the story doesn't end there. Two weeks after they move in, I get a text message from Caroline.

"Can I borrow that cage you didn't use? Another unwanted litter of babies just handed in..."

But guess what? By the time Caroline arrived at my house the plan had changed once more. Instead of loading my cage into her car, we ended up loading the bunnies into my cage. In my spare room. [sigh]

So there you go. That's how I went from living with three quiet bunnies to having, after some subtle manipulation from Caroline, a houseful of chaos. It is also why once again I've found myself with no time to take photo's or write much about the Rescue this month.

Still, I may be constantly exhausted and spending all my time cleaning up after somebun or other, but when hard work looks like this it's hard to resent it!

The moment Sushi notices that Jemima

is watching him with disapproving interest

Serena remembering how annoying muddy feets

can be after two weeks indoors

"I am Meeko. And you are...?"

Shanti, Pikachu, Mr Magoo, Pooki and Meeko