Kind of. The stork delivered twin bunnies to our house. They are 12 weeks old. They are sweet and soft, require daily feeding and fresh water every couple of hours. Lucky for me, I have three other mamas in the house who are in charge of the babies. I’m going for a hand-off approach.
Cope is crowing. Promises have come to pass. You see, in a great moment of weakness, many moons ago, we made a bargain. An offer came out of my mouth in a moment of…insanity?
When the babies arrived? Instant smitten. This is Daenerys. (pronounced Duh-NAIR-iss which I have a sneaking suspicion is from a certain Game of Thrones book a certain someone is not supposed to be reading…) I had a preference for Thumper.
Anyway, as it just so happened, Cope’s BFF (partner in crime) has a father who raises rabbits. To eat. Honestly, I just couldn’t do it.
Here’s Reggie. He’s the shyer of the two. Look that nose! Look at the feet and the long, soft ears? Poor Reggie; that very morning, all his brothers and sisters were “processed” and put in the freezer.
Saved from their processing fate, we now have two babies of our very own! Given our track record with rodents, we hope we can be trusted this time. Come to think of it, Peanut the Hamster also ended up in the freezer 🙁 sorry, Becky. I still feel guilty.
We are so smitten, that Cope insisted the sweet bunnies must absolutely live in her room. Love those ears! There was, however, one member of the household who wanted to eat our new babies.He could hardly stand it. Tenny had to be put in a separate room and went so beserk I thought he was going to break down the door. Dear sweet Tenny does not have a very good track record with pets…hamsters, baby chicks, grown chickens…Our babies are largeLarge enough to eat.The babies moved down into the basement where the eldest daughter resides. We’ve heard that rabbits are very trainable and if you let them hop around the house they’ll actually go in litter boxes.
Um. No.Here is something I now know about rabbits: They need diapers. They produce more waste than any creature on the planet. That nice white sheet underneath the cage was completely soaked with urine and rabbit pellets within 12 hours. Within 24 hours, the entire basement smelled like a barnyard mixed with a perfume factory from all the air freshener Cope was spraying around the room.
36 hours later: This was not happening.
I feared a reality show coming…”Family Living in Filth…”
After 36 hours in the garage (nothing better than slipping on frozen urine), they were once again moved and are now living with our dear chickens, in their rightful place – in the barn. Now we just need a Wilbur.So that was our weekend. Aren’t our babies adorable? Even if they have to live with the chickens?
And since we don’t know what gender they are, maybe we’ll have more! Would you like a baby, too?