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Went out to the barn this morning at 6:30 am to feed the animals. After passing out carrots and grain to sleepy eyed horses, I turned to the rabbit cages and my eldest, Buster, was sitting up looking at me with a big bunny-grin. He was also wearing an embroidered satin waistcoat, a monocle, and oversized bedroom slippers. I put a chunk of carrot into his dish as usual, and he said in a rather distinguished and slightly British-sounding accent, "I'll just save that for later. No point in getting carrot juice on my good togs, what?"
Now I'm not usually real awake when I do these chores (unless the temperature is so low that it bites my eyes open) but you can bet that caught my attention. Buster is usually the "Eh, what's up doc?" type who only talks with his mouth full. Trying to take it in stride, I looked at the other two cages out of the corner of my eye only to find that both of the girls were wearing checked gingham pinafores and holding little fans to their faces.
It was too much, I had to ask. "What's the occasion?" I said to Sunflower, who is usually the most gregarious of the three. "We're having an unbirthday party this morning, " she told me, giggling a bit so her ears shook.
"Whose unbirthday?"
"Yours of course," she laughed. Then Lily chimed in, as she often does when she feels she is being ignored, "And Buster's, and mine, and Sunflower's, and Asher's, and Archie's, and Shaun's, and..."
Sunflower cut her off. "All right Lily," she growled. "You've made your point."
I just went on and filled water dishes and feed bins as usual. It never pays to argue with bunnies. Get them too upset with you, and they are likely to take action. An erstwhile friend of mine made that mistake once. She went to give her rabbit an evening treat, and he pulled out a semi-automatic on her. "This," he said, "Is what you get for serving up all those low quality rabbit pellets." She tried to duck behind a chair, but he pulled the trigger and...
RABBIT-TAT-TAT! It was all over for her.
Now I'm not usually real awake when I do these chores (unless the temperature is so low that it bites my eyes open) but you can bet that caught my attention. Buster is usually the "Eh, what's up doc?" type who only talks with his mouth full. Trying to take it in stride, I looked at the other two cages out of the corner of my eye only to find that both of the girls were wearing checked gingham pinafores and holding little fans to their faces.
It was too much, I had to ask. "What's the occasion?" I said to Sunflower, who is usually the most gregarious of the three. "We're having an unbirthday party this morning, " she told me, giggling a bit so her ears shook.
"Whose unbirthday?"
"Yours of course," she laughed. Then Lily chimed in, as she often does when she feels she is being ignored, "And Buster's, and mine, and Sunflower's, and Asher's, and Archie's, and Shaun's, and..."
Sunflower cut her off. "All right Lily," she growled. "You've made your point."
I just went on and filled water dishes and feed bins as usual. It never pays to argue with bunnies. Get them too upset with you, and they are likely to take action. An erstwhile friend of mine made that mistake once. She went to give her rabbit an evening treat, and he pulled out a semi-automatic on her. "This," he said, "Is what you get for serving up all those low quality rabbit pellets." She tried to duck behind a chair, but he pulled the trigger and...
RABBIT-TAT-TAT! It was all over for her.
