Sucker!

We have just had a new Hoover delivered (and it is a Hoover, so now I can say "I'm hoovering" without pedantic husband saying it's vacuuming!!) [Husband says: Hoover also makes washing machines, tumble driers, fridges, dishwashers, and steam irons... what will you be doing if you're hoovering the spuds?!] The old one's motor burnt out - probably bunny fur/hay/poo overload.

It is much louder (and hopefully stronger!) than our previous one. The bunnies were safely in their cage as I used it - cable looks somewhat thinner than usual, not likely to withstand bunny 'investigations'. Mabel was inquisitive, following the broom with her nose as it passed the cage. Dijon was brave at first but then it all became too much for him and he shot away and wet himself in the corner of the cage.

I don't suppose the floor will remain fur-less and hay-free for long, now that they're out again, periscoping the parked Hoover from a safe distance.

Bite the hand that feeds...

Last Saturday morning, 10th November, Mabel sank her teeth into my thumb! It was very swift. A growl, a lunge, and a very cross bunny. So hard was the bite, that I couldn't stem the flow of blood, and had to use an elastic band as a tourniquet. After a couple of minutes I was able to apply a Steristrip and a plaster. There will be quite an impressive centimetre long scar on my poor thumb!

And what had I been doing to warrant this attack? Sprinkling some treats on the carpet. That's gratitude for you.

We have no idea what provoked her, but she spent a lot of time afterwards mounting Dijon's head, so maybe it was hormonal?

Autumn

I can't believe it's been so long since we last posted. Shame on us. But that's a sign of just how settled life is with the bunnies at the moment.

We've had no health scares, although Mabel developing spurs on her teeth and had them filed down. Both she and Dijon have calmed down a lot - the maturity of adulthood - and are very content.

I was admiring how well they have settled, and commented that Mabel was no longer so protective of Dijon; there had been no lunging, growling or biting for a couple of months, I spoke too soon...