Morning Is Broken

The light chill of the morning is chased playfully from the fur by the emergence of the suns rays. Like magical shiny waves they roll and tumble over the line of trees on the horizon before surging across the fields warming everything they touch. Shadows move and stretch as the day wakes and shakes the sleepiness of the night from its every part.

A lone lagomorph leans forwards with curious interest as the boundary of his home is crossed - a familiar visitor with a familiar and nourishing bounty. He fixes the visitor with a steely glare. The visitor bows their head to the height of this beautiful and majestic rabbit, leaning in, and in response the small furry resident seems to communicate something back...

"Will you quit with the commentary and get with the breakfast already? Yes, it's sunny, but while you're chatting this bunny's gettin' hungry over here!"

Runabout Buns

I don't know what's so special over there...

...that everybun's gotta race over to take a look...

...maybe it's something bunderful...

...or maybe bunnies just like racing about!

Archimedes Scares Us All

We had a bit of a scare on Saturday at the Rescue. I arrived to find Archimedes acting very much out of character. For a start, rather than racing to meet me as he usually does, he instead wandered off and showed no interest in the armfuls of food I was carrying.

After treating him for stasis, the photo above was the moment in the afternoon when we he finally started to eat again and the volunteers all let out a collective sigh of relief. And then, of course, a few hours later he was leading a raid on the snackbarrow.

It turns out Archimedes has been losing weight, so we suspect something unpleasant is going on somewhere in that big fluffy lump of bunny, he is booked in to see the vet tomorrow. Fingers and paws crossed it is nothing serious.

Wee Bobbit

Today I spent the afternoon at the Rescue, trying to fill out the set of photos I plan to present to Amy for her to choose the best ones for our next calendar. When I left the house, all the bunnies were in good moods and smiled as they waved their paws goodbye, happy in the knowledge that I was leaving them to their afternoon naps and even happier that I'd given them all a bonus treat on the way out. All was good in the house, so off I went.

Fast forward to this evening, when I arrived home to find foster bunny Bobbit in an uncomfortable looking position wedged with his butt pushed into the corner by the door, hyperventilating, wouldn't move, no interest in food and lying in a big patch of (presumably his) wee. We have had this before with him, despite lots of very expensive tests and scans we don't know what causes it but as usually happens thankfully, as I write this it seems to be passing. I am sure my feelings of stress and anxiety will too at some point...

So with all that stress and with being at the Rescue today, I'm afraid I didn't get any new photos of Whisky today for his regular Sunday spot. Instead, here is one from last month of the stress-inducing foster bunny in a healthier (if somewhat chubbier) moment...

"Don't look at me like I ate all the carrots. Even if I did, in fact, ate all the carrots. Erm...allegedly."

Premiere Treatment

"Red carpet? Photographer? Do I have a movie coming out I don't know about?"

Sorry Connor, it's just photo day! We want a good picture to show you off to the world!

"So there's not even a buffet??!! TAKE ME BACK TO MY HOUSE!!!"

OK fine, I'll go get you some snacks...

"Putting me out here with no buffet, pfftt, silly human, you'd think they were the ones in charge. AND HOW ABOUT A TALL DRINK TO GO WITH MY SALAD??!!"

Smells Like Second Place

Brushing Up

"Oi! This hay is spread across the floor for a nommably good reason, if you want to sweep it you're gonna have to sweep me with it. And believe me, you do NOT want to sweep the bunny..."