...his name is 'Ace'.
He
is my daughter's long-awaited (more than 3 years now) pet bunny. He is
a Netherland Dwarf so he'll stay small, and he is a very tame, sweet
little guy. When you hold him he stretches out and falls asleep,
practically drooling on you.
For years now, everything with N.
has been bunnies. Stuffed bunnies, bunny slippers, toy bunnies,
pictures of bunnies, bunny shirts--you name it. The kid is more nuts
about bunnies than I am about chickens, which is really saying
something. The other day at the feed store we were admiring the vat 'o
bunnies there (marked down from Easter prices of $50.00 down to $20.00,
the high prices weed out the flippant animal purchases) with another
couple. The man laughed and said, "Ours are cuter." Up perked my ears,
as we have been telling N. since before Easter that she was finally
bunny-ready. We soon found out that this family raised bunnies in their
backyard for fun and profit, and the woman was steely-eyed about making
sure we knew that she did NOT allow bunnies to leave before they were
weaned. After talking with them we asked for their phone number to come
and see the bunnies, which we did this morning. They had warned us
that their backyard was a free-range bunny haven, full of holes and
warrens. The place was Watership Down come to life! We grinned and
told them they should see OUR yard, full of chickens. We felt right at
home. The rabbits were very obviously healthy, well cared for and
raised by knowledgable folks. Before we left they also pressed some
avocados from their huge backyard tree on us, and we promised to
retaliate with fresh eggs, which they agreed to. :)
Instant love...
