Furious

Last Sunday Caroline rescued some rabbits. Although the rescue has been closed to new intakes for several months this was a situation we couldn't turn our backs on.

A family of rabbits had been living rough in a well meaning ladies back garden, they had been breeding and many of the baby rabbits were being killed by neighbouring cats.

At 7 months pregnant Caroline spent four hours on her hands and knees in brambles and managed to catch four of the six remaining rabbits, two does, Florentina and Faye, buck Frankie and a tiny baby weighing just over 200g, Flounder.

Florentina

Sadly Florentina had multiple untreated abscesses and had to be euthanised. Faye and Frankie appear healthy, although Faye is currently on pregnancy watch.

Despite Carolines best efforts little Flounder sadly passed away.

I went back to the property in the hope of catching the two remaining babies only to find that the other tiny baby hadn't been seen for nearly two days.

This left one little bunny all on his own. A gorgeous little black lionhead who stared at me contemptuously from the bottom on the garden. I spent three hours in the freezing rain until eventually I caught the remaining baby.

Fury

Caroline healthchecked him and he's been vaccinated too. At 720g he's much healthier than poor little Flounder too.
I've named him Fury, as he reminds me of 'Toothless' and I'll be fostering him until he's old enough to be neutered, bonded and rehomed.

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.

The X-files: Case of the disappearing noms

Scully: Please Crazy Bunny Lady, can we having some extra noms?

 

CBL: Since you asked so nicely of course you may, here's some nice fresh grass to go with your pellets.

 

Mulder & Scully: Thanks, Crazy Bunny Lady, did we ever tell you that you're our favourite volunteer?

 

(CBL Blushes)

 

Scully:  Help, Help! somebody stole all the noms.

 

 

 

Mulder:  Laughs evilly

 

Edward Scissorhands

Or should that be Nightmare on Hare Street?

"Don't give up your day job mum".

Spooky goings on...

"I know you're trying to do a week of Halloween themed posts but that's not my name"

 

Alright Snooki, I know that's not really you're name.  When I started volunteering, I did think that you were called Spooky, until someone pointed out the error of my ways, as your ID card was a little blurry.

 

Attack of the Were-Rabbit

Or just a bad hare day?

Have you looked in the mirror recently?  You could do with a good groom yourself!

 

Vampire Bunnies

Yesterday, my six year old nephew asked me if vampire bunnies were real....

I thought about it for a little while before responding as I remembered an incident which took place a couple of years ago, shortly after I first started volunteering at the rescue when I was asked to catch two of the rescues more fluffy residents in preparation for a vets visit.

My shin and my second best pair of jeans still bear the scars from the chomping I received to this day.

"You mean us Crazy Bunny Lady? We don't know what you're talking about".