Last Saturday, I had to set up a temporary area for the bunnies in our basement. I spent a while cleaning up the area first, then got some blankets down for a makeshift pen.
I wasn’t really thinking about this, but apparently Liz was – and had a new mat shipped to a few days ago. I spotted this guy on our doorstep one evening, walking home… and realized we had another bunny.
During dinner tonight, Daisy was on the top floor of the bunny cottage. I took this chance to feed her a little mint, figuring I could get a good close-up video of her eating.
Compared to his last visit, Mick is incredibly active! He still struggles a bit with circling from time to time, and we do check in to make sure he hasn’t fallen over on his side. But he’s moving around a lot more (and a lot faster) than last we saw.
Liz sent me some photos last week of Phineas. I guess he had started digging in the litterbox (as he likes to do), and when she caught him and yelled at him… he ran off. A few short moments later, Liz returned to find him totally flopped on his side.
A quick search later, I found that uttering the phrase “rabbit rabbit” is meant to bring you luck, if uttered at the start of the month.
After the big snow from a few days ago, Liz thought it would a fun idea to let the bunny rabbits experience snow for the first time. So we filled a small litterbox full of the stuff, and brought it inside for Phineas and Daisy to check out.
Grabbed some video of Phineas, taking a nap the other day. Favorite part of this (besides how calming it is, to watch a bunny nap) is the involuntary chewing that happens, from time to time.
For those who are new to bunny rabbits, the whole “flopping” thing is a special delight. Rarely do rabbits get comfortable enough to just rest on their sides, and it’s typically seen as a sign of how relaxed and at ease they are.
I don’t build forts anymore. At least, not for myself.
Liz has watched our rabbits for many, many years now – and it feels nice that we can return the favor. With Quincy, we got a lot of experience caring for a rabbit that was quite old – and so we felt very flattered that Liz was entrusting us to watch over Mick (who is around 15 years old).
Just a Friday evening, hanging out with the bunnies.
Well, we were hoping that some new hay might reduce how frequently Phineas kicks the hay out of the litter box. I guess that hope was misguided.
That’s right. We ordered up a box of sampler hay. And to top it off, this is how Liz and I spent our evening.
Staying home. On a Friday night. With a box of hay samples.