While Rabbitt was burrowing his way deep into our family, his sisters were settling into their own homes too.
Finx, living with Middle Daughter, was a house rabbit. We all thought Middle Daughter was mad when she first announced this, but she had done her research and everything was turning out nicely. All of the rabbits were almost litter tray trained but of course, rabbits are destructive by nature, digging in the ground and biting at the roots they find so precautions were taken to protect wires and carpets etc, although the odd piece of skirting board and door frame took a little battering and needed a bit of attention at a later date.
So long as Finx wasn’t bored around the flat, she was pretty well-behaved. She spent many an hour sitting on the arm of the sofa with her nose nuzzled against Middle Daughter just sharing the company.
Bop-bop moved home, just over the garden fence (literally), she went to live with Grandma where she had the run of the garden and was soon introduced to a friend who came to stay too, Winnie. Result … two very happy bunnies.
Youngest Daughter didn’t have quite so much luck, Mum and Dad rabbits were eating themselves out of house and home. No exaggeration here, they munched their way through their hutch and moved into next doors garden under the shed. As many times as their hutch was repaired, and there were many, they would eat their way out again and dig their way back through to next door’s garden. Understandably the neighbours weren’t too chuffed and eventually Mum and Dad rabbits were moved indoors as indoor rabbits.
As happy as Finx was living indoors with Middle Daughter, Mum and Dad rabbits pined for the outside and eventually had to be rehomed to somewhere a little more accommodating to the way they wanted to live.
Rabbitt, who at first seemed to grow more each day, finally grew into his ears. He wasn’t a digger, we were lucky there and the rabbit-proofing in the garden stood up well so he was often to be found running in and out of the house at will.
As the weather turned colder he grew a really fluffy fur coat and I had to add more and more layers to my coat to play outside with him. He was quite happy to still spend time indoors running up and down the stairs, round and round the house and sitting on the windowsill, he soon worked out that the passageway from the front door to the kitchen was the coolest place to flop down. This picture of him lying in the room doorway is another cool spot he found on the cool metal carpet joiner.
He learned to scratch at the back door to be let out, and also learned that if he scratched at it from outside we would open it to let him back in again.
I insulated the top of the hutch with bubblewrap and stuffed it really full of hay and his thick fur coat thickened even more as the winter deepened. On the morning when I came home from work in snow almost a foot deep I immediately went out to check on him, worried we might have to make other arrangements, but he loved the snow, he burrowed underneath it leaving a trail behind him and popping up here and there like a little mole.
I set about the garden with a spade to clear as much of the grass as I could, Rabbit was quite happy eating hay, but was happier when I found the grass again for him, the snow wasn’t good snowman snow, it was too powdery to roll into a ball but since I’d shovelled it all into a huge pile on the patio I carved out a snow rabbit instead.
Finally the thaw came, here’s Rabbitt waiting patiently to come out to play when I arrived home from work in the morning.
More from before : “Furry Friends“, past and present.