Dijon has just paid some very unhealthy attention to a piece of tinsel this evening - not that we've put up decorations yet, merely searched out some pieces for two nativity costumes. He was reaching up for it as though it were the tastiest treat, and snuffling the floor for any dropped pieces.
We will have to keep our decorations VERY well fenced off this year!
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Plastered
Whilst having a tidy up of the computer earlier today, I stumbled upon this scan of picture of Mabel and Dijon as created in February this year.Quite an imaginative use of plasters for the ears, I think, and drawn in a way that only a 4 year old can achieve.
Friday, 29 November 2013
Lupin: How it all Began
How did it come about that we started to keep house rabbits? Well, it all began fifteen years ago to the day...
It was a cold, damp, drizzly Sunday afternoon, when we spotted the most beautiful looking lop-eared bunny. I’d promised my wife I would buy her rabbit, and that day was just the right day to do it. So, one rabbit, a hutch, and all the required rabbit paraphernalia were purchased – coming to a grand total of £18.81 (an amount neither of us has ever forgotten.)
During the drive home, names were discussed, and we came up with ‘Lupin’, and the name stuck.
My understanding at the time was that rabbits lived outdoors in a hutch, but it was such a cold afternoon, and the rabbit had been living inside an enclosure in a garden centre, that it struck me quite heartless to put the poor creature outside. So, I suggested that we keep he indoors until the weather was less inclement.
She never did go outside to live.
The first night she hutch resided on the landing outside our bedroom.
The second night it was in the kitchen.
Thereafter it was in the living room.
It was a bit of a secret, and we didn’t let many people know that we were mad enough to keep a rabbit as an in door pet. Thankfully, times have changed and as a society were are a little more enlightened.
What struck me about keeping a rabbit was just how sociable they were. Whatever we did, Lupin wanted to be involved. When I was ironing, she jumped on top of her hutch to be as close as possible to the ironing bored, and she sat there, calmly watching the iron move back and forth. When we played the piano, she jumped from the roof of her hutch on the piano keyboard.
She was an adorable rabbit, who unfortunately was only with us for eight months before she succumbed to pneumonia. But the happiness she brought, and the lessons she taught us about keeping a house rabbit, have never left us.
For some snippets of Lupin in action, view the Run Rabbit Run in the Videos section.
It was a cold, damp, drizzly Sunday afternoon, when we spotted the most beautiful looking lop-eared bunny. I’d promised my wife I would buy her rabbit, and that day was just the right day to do it. So, one rabbit, a hutch, and all the required rabbit paraphernalia were purchased – coming to a grand total of £18.81 (an amount neither of us has ever forgotten.)
During the drive home, names were discussed, and we came up with ‘Lupin’, and the name stuck.
My understanding at the time was that rabbits lived outdoors in a hutch, but it was such a cold afternoon, and the rabbit had been living inside an enclosure in a garden centre, that it struck me quite heartless to put the poor creature outside. So, I suggested that we keep he indoors until the weather was less inclement.
She never did go outside to live.
The first night she hutch resided on the landing outside our bedroom.
The second night it was in the kitchen.
Thereafter it was in the living room.
It was a bit of a secret, and we didn’t let many people know that we were mad enough to keep a rabbit as an in door pet. Thankfully, times have changed and as a society were are a little more enlightened.
What struck me about keeping a rabbit was just how sociable they were. Whatever we did, Lupin wanted to be involved. When I was ironing, she jumped on top of her hutch to be as close as possible to the ironing bored, and she sat there, calmly watching the iron move back and forth. When we played the piano, she jumped from the roof of her hutch on the piano keyboard.
She was an adorable rabbit, who unfortunately was only with us for eight months before she succumbed to pneumonia. But the happiness she brought, and the lessons she taught us about keeping a house rabbit, have never left us.
For some snippets of Lupin in action, view the Run Rabbit Run in the Videos section.
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Box Set
There are plenty of large boxes for the bunnies to play in dotted around the the living room. they are quite happy to hop inside to rip them up, burrow, and scrabble, though we have to listen carefully to ensure they haven't broken through to the carpet.
It came as quite a surprise today when rearranging the boxes and checking them over to see if they needed replacing, to discover that one of the bunnies had managed to steal a few of our CDs from their shelf and drag them into a box. It was very much like a nest of CDs.
And their taste in music...? Surprisingly diverse: The Smiths, Eddie Cochran, and Alisha's Attic were amongst the discs we rescued.
It came as quite a surprise today when rearranging the boxes and checking them over to see if they needed replacing, to discover that one of the bunnies had managed to steal a few of our CDs from their shelf and drag them into a box. It was very much like a nest of CDs.
And their taste in music...? Surprisingly diverse: The Smiths, Eddie Cochran, and Alisha's Attic were amongst the discs we rescued.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Doctor What?
Despite the abundance of popcorn, it's clear that the bunnies are not enamoured by Doctor Who.
We were watching the 50th anniversary episode last night, the whole family sitting around the television, but Mabel & Dijon stayed well away from us all, not at all tempted to come over and try to steal any of our snacks.
Yet, as soon as it was over, and the children had gone to bed, over they hopped as they usually do of an evening, Dijon demanding a stroke, Mabel just investigating.
We were watching the 50th anniversary episode last night, the whole family sitting around the television, but Mabel & Dijon stayed well away from us all, not at all tempted to come over and try to steal any of our snacks.
Yet, as soon as it was over, and the children had gone to bed, over they hopped as they usually do of an evening, Dijon demanding a stroke, Mabel just investigating.
Friday, 22 November 2013
A Hutch is Not Enough
Too many pet rabbits are kept in inadequate conditions -- cages that are too small, left out in unsheltered housing, fed a poor diet.
The RWAF has a campaign, A Hutch is Not Enough, that aims to educate owners and potential owners of how to properly provide and care for their rabbits. Here is the video that accompanies a song written especially for the campaign:
The words to the song are:
I came from family, now I'm lonely
When I hurt I cannot tell you
Behind the wire, a world of sorrow
Because a hutch is not enough
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
The RWAF has a campaign, A Hutch is Not Enough, that aims to educate owners and potential owners of how to properly provide and care for their rabbits. Here is the video that accompanies a song written especially for the campaign:
The words to the song are:
I'm alone and you can't see me
Once a day you throw me food
Forgotten here, there is no freedom
I'm invisible to you...
I came from family, now I'm lonely
A garden ghost, I'll hide away
This
tiny hutch, I'm one and only
I long for space a friend to play
Behind the wire, a world of sorrow
Your prisoner, in silence waits
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
My quiet life will ebb away...
Because
a hutch is not enough
Time ran out and then the love
Interest waned and
the novelty wore off
Because a hutch is not enough
Oh a hutch is not
enough
I may not cry but I need love
A little grass and a friend to
cheer me up
Because a hutch, is not enough...
I'm alone and you can't see me
Once a day you throw me food
Forgotten here, there is no freedom
I'm invisible to you...
When I hurt I cannot tell you
When I need I have no choice
Think of me and be my hero
You are mine, you are my voice
Behind the wire, a world of sorrow
Your prisoner, in silence waits
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
My quiet life will ebb away...
Because a hutch is not enough
Time ran out and then the love
nterest waned and
the novelty wore off
Because a hutch is not enough
Oh a hutch is not
enough
I may not cry but I need love
A little grass and a friend to
cheer me up
Because a hutch, is not enough...
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Spooked
Don't know what just gave the bunnies the heebie-geebies, but they've just rocketed around the living room in panic, darting all over the place, knocking their boxes left, right and centre, and upsetting their water bowl.
When I tried to sooth Mabel, she was so tense she was solid.
We did check for foxes and cats outside, but the garden was empty. We've closed the curtains on the patio doors, and that seems to have calmed them a little. They're currently licking the dining table's legs...
When I tried to sooth Mabel, she was so tense she was solid.
We did check for foxes and cats outside, but the garden was empty. We've closed the curtains on the patio doors, and that seems to have calmed them a little. They're currently licking the dining table's legs...
Monday, 18 November 2013
In Disgrace (Again)
Yes, yet again, the bunnies are in disgrace. Well, one bunny... Mabel.
We were only out of the room for thirty seconds, but that was all it took for her to make another sizable hole in the carpet. This time was different on two counts. First it wasn't a hole at the side next to the skirting; no, this was a nice big hole right in front of the piano. There's no disguising it. The best we have been able to do is cover the affected region with a square of Vet Bed which neither of the terrible two like.
Second, Mabel ate the pile. Not content with ripping it out, she had to make a meal of it. When we returned to the living room, there she was standing in front of the damage, munching happily to herself. Needless to say, she was immediately sent straight back to the cage, where she remained in disgrace (but only until lunch time.)
We are still waiting for an apology.
We were only out of the room for thirty seconds, but that was all it took for her to make another sizable hole in the carpet. This time was different on two counts. First it wasn't a hole at the side next to the skirting; no, this was a nice big hole right in front of the piano. There's no disguising it. The best we have been able to do is cover the affected region with a square of Vet Bed which neither of the terrible two like.
Second, Mabel ate the pile. Not content with ripping it out, she had to make a meal of it. When we returned to the living room, there she was standing in front of the damage, munching happily to herself. Needless to say, she was immediately sent straight back to the cage, where she remained in disgrace (but only until lunch time.)
We are still waiting for an apology.
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Protest Song
The bunnies have been unimpressed at the offerings from our garden
recently. There are few tasty green bits to be found now that Winter is
coming, and with the darker evenings it's even harder to find
anything. I'm sure the neighbours watch and wonder if we're mad, going
out in the dark and sometimes rain to pick dandelion leaves... let's
face it, they already think we're crazy having rabbits indoors.
Last week I had to apologise for the noisy piano playing (piano is against party wall)... Mabel again. She plays something which sounds like the soundtrack to a horror movie. For such a nervous creature, I cannot understand why she enjoys it so much. She has never batted an eyelid at the thunderous noise she makes as she lands on the piano. She's so sensitive about other things, but seems to enjoy landing on the piano, then hopping up and down the keyboard at her leisure. One of our previous bunnies, Charlie, once leapt onto the piano when he was still a springy little baby. It gave him such a scare that he just sat there and we could literally see him trembling with fright! He was terrified and had to be rescued. Never went there again!
Dijon just watches - it doesn't particularly bother him, he just sits with a look on his face like "oh no, not again"! It's about the only place he doesn't follow Mabel.
Last week I had to apologise for the noisy piano playing (piano is against party wall)... Mabel again. She plays something which sounds like the soundtrack to a horror movie. For such a nervous creature, I cannot understand why she enjoys it so much. She has never batted an eyelid at the thunderous noise she makes as she lands on the piano. She's so sensitive about other things, but seems to enjoy landing on the piano, then hopping up and down the keyboard at her leisure. One of our previous bunnies, Charlie, once leapt onto the piano when he was still a springy little baby. It gave him such a scare that he just sat there and we could literally see him trembling with fright! He was terrified and had to be rescued. Never went there again!
Dijon just watches - it doesn't particularly bother him, he just sits with a look on his face like "oh no, not again"! It's about the only place he doesn't follow Mabel.
Friday, 18 October 2013
Very Hot Cross Buns
Today was annual bunny vaccination day. As usual, Mabel showed the
brains - she spotted the carrier being prepared early this morning, even
though it was done discreetly, and she was obviously preparing for a
chase. However, first we had a trip to the doctor with our daughter, so
the bunnies were sent back to their cage, and when we returned from the
surgery Mabel was scooped quickly from cage into carrier. Despite her
brief struggle and thumping, Dijon still just ambled stupidly into the
carrier to be with her!!
Weight, teeth, claws, vaccinations - everything fine, thank goodness. £70 for the two vaccininations - we had to remind ourselves that previously we would have been paying for 2 separate vaccines, twice a year.
They are now busily washing the stink of that HORRIBLE vet from their fur, and giving us the evil eye.
Weight, teeth, claws, vaccinations - everything fine, thank goodness. £70 for the two vaccininations - we had to remind ourselves that previously we would have been paying for 2 separate vaccines, twice a year.
They are now busily washing the stink of that HORRIBLE vet from their fur, and giving us the evil eye.
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