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Bunny Communication

9 Sep

Bunny is not in the mood for your shenanigans.  
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I have been enjoying the company of my two lovely rabbits for the past year and a half and my only regret is that I didn’t take the leap (take the hop?) sooner.

Their intelligence and their willingness (and patience) in communicating is endlessly fascinating.  Their gentleness (and occasional ruthlessness) and resourcefulness is a joy to experience and a reminder to keep my mind open and aware, always (whether in motion or in stillness).

Too many dispose of their pet buns because they have unrealistic expectations about bunny behavior, the responsibilities of keeping a rabbit, and too many declare bunnies to be boring or not interactive enough or too timid/scared/defensive (usually because the pet has been outside in a hutch or neglected in a too small cage.  READ MORE from Rabbit.org and check out the video below from Howcast, featuring bunny mama Amy Sedaris and Mary E. Cotter.  The video does have a typewritten transcript, if you scroll down and click “show more” just below the video, when viewing it on youtube.com).

 

Here are a couple of my favorite resources on the language of the House Rabbit:

Rabbit Language (or “Are you going to eat that?”)

and

The Language of Lagomorphs 

If you have any anecdotes about your pet bunny/bunnies communicating with you, please share them in the comments.  I will be sharing a few of my experiences, with Frank and Otis, when I can (including video and still images).

Frank is picking up and dropping their salad dish on the tile floor.  At least this particular message doesn’t involve bunny pee (thankfully that is a rarity since I had Otis spayed and since I figured out that they were strategically urinating in spots that required opening their pen door as I couldn’t reach the puddles without, which allowed them an opportunity to escape and binky like mad throughout the apartment, as though laughing at me.  As though.  Because they were laughing at me.  After the second time, I figured it out.  They are now contriving newer, sneakier levels of “trick the humans”. What can I say?  I was new to the whole bunny thing, and that was my big wake up call that I was dealing with individuals more clever than I had ever imagined.).

 

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(Frank and Otis. Plotting.) 

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Bunny Deux: Electric Bunnaloo

13 May

It took two weeks of caring for my wee baby bunny, Frankie, to realize a couple of things:


1.  I am a rabbit person. 


I love dogs. I tolerate cats (allergic to most, with the exception of Maine Coon Cats). I am obviously not a cat person (before anyone gets all knotty in the britches, I like cats if they belong to other people. I just don’t want felines of my own.)  I am surprised to find out that maybe I am not a dog person either.  I am a rabbit person.


2.  Baby rabbits have boundless energy.  I do not. 


3.  Having only my one kid (the human one) has been gnawing at me forever and as I have been closing in on forty it has been gnawing less idlly and more with the ferocity of a beaver on a dam mission or a wood chipper on a past it’s prime Christmas tree.


4.  No. 2 has helped emmensely in coming to reasonable terms with No. 3.



Still, No. 2 kept needling at me kind of in the way Frankie’s tiny baby bunny talons do as he climbs all over me like I’m the strategy board for his future takeover of everything that is and will be.  


I read up, like the diligent autodidact I am and came to realize that the guinea pigs were a gateway pet and now, to preserve sanity (mine) and improve the life of my newest little one, I would have to find a suitable, Lagomorph life partner for Frank.  Also, playtime with the piggies wasn’t cutting it (though it was adorable as there was a definite kinship and the piggies followed him around with the glee of toddlers after an older sibling, complete with adorable waddling and urinating during play) and as Frankie started physically eclipsing Oliver and Dave, the safety of the pigs was becoming a concern (guinea pigs are extra delicate when challenged by the strong hind quarters and boisterous boinging of a bunny). 


There were many considerations.  Most of them had much to do with avoiding the conception of a billion baby bunnies in my condo.  As I was planning on having Frank, and any additional rabbits, neutered/spayed, I decided another boy bunny would be the best partner for him, unless I could find a snipped cougar bunny and fast as he needed bunny companionship to help meet his energy.  


And then this showed up on Craigslist: 

  

  

There was a note on the listing saying that the last rabbits would have to be sold by 5pm or those baby bunnies would be heading for “Freezer Camp”.  The picture is of the blue Silver Fox buck/boy.  He was the same age as Frank. FREEZER CAMP. 


*gulp*


I knew I was in trouble.  I knew I, even though I am not a vegetarian, would not be able to withstand the burden of knowing this particular creature was killed because I didn’t take action.  (Don’t fret, herbivore friends, I battle with my own hypocritical thoughts and behaviors each and every time I slip on my shoes or raise a physician prescribed nibble of flesh to my lips. I do.)


I talked to my kid about it and read him the craigslist ad.  


“We need to go get that bunny, Mama.”


So we did.


We put Frank in his hamper, hopped in the car, and drove up to Port Charlotte to meet Otis.  


That’s when we learned that Frank is a really tiny, possibly dwarf, rabbit.


Otis is a meat rabbit.  READ:  very large.  Frank: 1.5lb  Otis: over 8lbs. (Frank has since grown quite a bit but is clearly the racing model to Otis’ utility/tank/steamroller body type). 



Here’s Otis, at home, the first week.

  


  



There is more to the whole Otis tale, but it just dawned on me that I have gone completely non-linear.  I think I failed to post anything about how I went to go get hay for the Guinea Pigs and there were baby bunnies and I put my hand in their enclosure and this little black and white bunny, who looked kind of like a Boston Terrier and a bit like a French Bulldog with bigger ears, immediately started licking my hand.  I asked to hold him. I did. And an hour later Frankie was settling into life at home and I was frantically reading everything about rabbits. 


Here’s baby Frank:  


  




And fast forward a couple of months…

  

Before you are pummeled by the irresistible cute of a baby bunny,  please please please do your research to prepare for their needs.  They are a joy and require very specific and constant, involved care.  One fantastic resource is the House Rabbit Society. 





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