Life is Good: Reason #539
Moments which make you realise that life is full of sunshine and puppies (when you know what to look for)...
This morning I went downstairs to check on the sole remaining rabbit baby(cub? kitten? cherub?) - it's now 10 days old and is a gorgeous little thing, ever gradually growing the softest fur with the cutest little ears. It still hasn't opened it's eyes, and I suspect that Pixie (the mother) has been feeding it slightly more than the once-a-day Professor Google told us to expect, because it's a becoming quite a little roly-poly rabbit... As it now befurred it can be handled and so it was snuffling around in my hand when I became aware of a warm wetness dribbling between my fingers... it piddled on me! And got put back in the nest quick smart.
Of course Miss H thinks this is The Single Funniest Thing that has ever happened...
Misses O and I were also quite amused and have been telling anyone who will listen that Mummy's hand is a toilet! A rabbit toilet! I love 3 year old logic.
And I realise that this post would probably be more at home on WDTAOK, but I posted photos of the Wet Weekend on there this morning so it will have to languish here.
Oh! And I just remembered...
Yesterday sitemeter recorded the 15000th visitor to this humble blog... and amazingly it was that most lovely of bloggers - Miss Gigglewick! Thank Goodness it wasn't a freaky lurker type...
wOOt etc...
This morning I went downstairs to check on the sole remaining rabbit baby(cub? kitten? cherub?) - it's now 10 days old and is a gorgeous little thing, ever gradually growing the softest fur with the cutest little ears. It still hasn't opened it's eyes, and I suspect that Pixie (the mother) has been feeding it slightly more than the once-a-day Professor Google told us to expect, because it's a becoming quite a little roly-poly rabbit... As it now befurred it can be handled and so it was snuffling around in my hand when I became aware of a warm wetness dribbling between my fingers... it piddled on me! And got put back in the nest quick smart.
Of course Miss H thinks this is The Single Funniest Thing that has ever happened...
Misses O and I were also quite amused and have been telling anyone who will listen that Mummy's hand is a toilet! A rabbit toilet! I love 3 year old logic.
And I realise that this post would probably be more at home on WDTAOK, but I posted photos of the Wet Weekend on there this morning so it will have to languish here.
Oh! And I just remembered...
Yesterday sitemeter recorded the 15000th visitor to this humble blog... and amazingly it was that most lovely of bloggers - Miss Gigglewick! Thank Goodness it wasn't a freaky lurker type...
wOOt etc...
Labels: Curly Girls, Rabbityness
posted by actonb at 12:19 pm
8 Comments:
Bunny babies = kittens.
I know this coz our 2 Mr Rabbits had a total of 27 of them, which proves my expert-iness with all things rabbit.
kittens! Of course, cos they're so cute and adorable...
27????!
How many survived? Because we're experiencing a 87% mortality rate...
hee hee.
Enough with that "Miss Gigglewick" thing.
People will think I'm "available".
PS I love it that you've calculated the mortality rate of your rabbits.
Poor little bunnies, the one that weed on you was probably terrified of being eaten like his siblings.
Congrats on the momentous number of visitors
KR - they died of crap parenting. Let this be a lesson to all: single mothers kill their babies through neglect!
GW - I will amend that to Ms immediately! So that I convey that you may OR may not be available, and it's no one's damn business anyhow! Also, that you're a strong independent woman, hear you roar, etc etc.
What's wrong with freaky lurker types? They are people too ya know
Oh I thought it was just homeschoolers who killed their young?
I am getting a hutch tomorrow and our first bunny will be ready to come to us in a few weeks. I am not concerned about its mum doing it in but am rather concerned about the kids. It is normal to like stuff four snails in your pocket and carry them around all day until your mum discovers them dead in there isn't it?
GT - There's nothing wrong with lovely lurker-types, of which you are obviously one... It's the inherent freakiness of freaky lurkers that, well, freaks me out.
But please continue lurking, as I'll try to refrain from tarring all lurkers with the freaky brush.
Leilani - The first lot died through parental neglect rather than infanticide. The second lot were attacked, we suspect, by the Daddy Rabbit. We moved the kittens and mother to a separate hutch, but only one survived, and this mother was trying so very hard to protect her young...
And it's perfectly normal to carry around snails in ones pockets. Der. Just remember to check all pockets before washing, because the results can be unpleasant otherwise. Trust me on this.
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