Over the winter Bart and Mo’s home was badly damaged. The roof bowed and bent under the weight of water in the storms, then sprung a leak. As you know I hate wasting things I was determined to repair not replace this hutch. It was all sound except the roof wood and felt. Luckily the wooden batoning around the roof was not damaged, which meant I could attach a new roof straight on it. I considered buying plywood and felt and doing it the classic bunny hutch way. Nah, too weak! I considered layered planks of wood, shed roof or chicken coop style, too draughty and needs regular varnishing to keep it water tight. Nope! The wood would cost around £20-30 depending on where was purchased.
Today Freya Woof learnt to open the back door handle. Today she did this as I was in the garden feeding our chickens. She got Fajita, and I got to them so fast. I screamed at Freya and lifted my hand (a warning not being mean), she loosened her grip, but didn’t let go. I snatched my poor hen. Freya had her only by feathers at this point, so I inadvertently plucked a few more feathers from Fajita. Both our chickens ran for the house for safety and I got Freya’s collar and walked her to her crate for “time out”. I have kept them separate until this scuffle, and Freya is never allowed in the back garden.
I’ve spent the last few days syringe feeding Maggie but its over. I tried dear Maggie, I’m sorry you couldn’t pull through. I let Bart and Mo, her hutch buddies, see her and say bye. Bart sniffed at her then tried putting his nose to hers, I guess he was checking for breathing. Mo looked sad, hopped past her and turned round so he was facing the same way Maggie’s body was, and laid down with her. That broke the tears out. He took about 1 minute, maybe an effort to warm her up? Then sulked off to his bedroom. I pick her up in her tea towel shroud and kiss her head and stroke her a final time. Good night my Maggie, just as the sun sets, good night Maggie Moo.
My little cutey with the attitude, Maggie rabbit, is ill. 50/50 chance ill. When I bought her for a tenner it felt like a rehome/rescue. She was living with a breeder who proudly said what a good mother Maggie was, and how I could get “decent money if you breed her.” Of course I wanted her to retire her immediately. The poor little bun was terrified of the people she was with and hated the male rabbits she was in tiny hutches next to.
Thanks to my adorably cute yet really naughty young rabbits I’ve just had to do a bodge job in the garden and break up a rabbit fight in the dark. I’m sure my neighbours are unimpressed with you as well you fluffy little monsters.
Yesterday I stumbled across an advert online. I was looking at a local Facebook selling/buying group as I’m on the lookout for a second-hand carpet washer. Then I saw Madge. A beautiful 2-year-old lop eared bunny. She reminded me of the first bunny Blokey ever gave me. Once I scrolled past her photo I couldn’t forget that face.
Hiya, if you found me because you are attending Brit Mums and are having a nosey around blogs of other attendees, then welcome to my blog! I’m Julie (Obviously, sorry) and I live in Gloucester. I have two children, both boys, D and Jen. I adore my sons, but I struggle with them. I do not hide that I have mental health issues – if I smile at you and make eye contact often but don’t speak that means I want to talk, to say “Hiya I’m Julie” but I’m too self-concious, too shy, afraid you won’t know me, and then I’ll be embarrassed even more. Once I get past that, I think I’m chatty, friendly and a good listener. Things I like include cake, coffee, chocolate, cups of tea, and biccies. And this is why I’m trying hard to lose weight now before I skydive for Matilda. Not […]
Here is Jen in pjs, and covered in chocolate spread from breakfast pancakes. He is feeding unbuttered toast to Bart bunny.
Today the sun is shining, but it’s still rather windy unfortunately. The boys wanted a barbecue but the massive grey clouds have put us off this idea. So for dinner later it will be indoor barbecue. All the same food but under the grill, still tons of bread and ketchup. So far today I got up really late, nice hot shower and outside to hug bunnies. Little Mo has been bitten on his back by Bart, he has a bald patch and a scar. Poor chap, so he’s getting extra hugs and attention. Looks to be healing nicely I’m happy to report. Also cut the lawn and neighbours lawn. Fixed some fence panels in my garden using some nails, a hammer, and plenty of noise! The pets are fed and I had a kip on the sofa watching snooker. What are you lovely blog readers up to today?
Just over a week ago we welcomed Bart and Mo into our home. Two super cute fluffy boys. Over the last three days Bart has been acting, well, teenage! Stamping, scent marking everything, even weeing on poor Mo. Until yesterday I really had no reason to doubt they were both males, then I thought “Hmmm Mo is letting Bart be the boss” so I had a close look underneath. Bart is a big boy if you catch my drift. Mo’s “bits” wasn’t obviously male or female. Oh heck! So today during a huggle I notice Mo is a bit more chubby, so I stroke gently across Mo’s belly. It’s swollen and firm near Mo’s back legs. Mo isn’t a dude, she’s a dudette.I’ve booked them both into the vets for a check over… But I’m 90% certain I have a mini-bunny-family rather than two best buddies. Just need to make […]
My boys have been asking for a pet of their own. So let me introduce Mr Moustache, an albino lionhead lop, and Bart a very fluffy lionhead with diddy little ears and fake mascara on! Mr Moustache (or Mo) Bart Sharing lunch. Two little friends. Mr Moustache and his jingle ball. Seriously have you ever seen a rabbit with a moustache?? They are adorable. Mr Moustache is very chilled and quiet, but Bart bounces about rather a lot. Of course, more photos shall be added as they grow.