5 posts tagged “rabbits”
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
After all my adventures last night, I get up this morning, and go out on the screen porch to enjoy my coffee. From the window well I hear an all too familiar dry leaf rustling sound. I look and over, yes, there's a teeny bun in the window well. Only I know it ain't my teeny bun, because he's still in the bathtub, enjoying his breakfast in bed:
Please meet Not-So-Teeny Bun. He's more like Teenage Bun and just as wily. Capturing him to remove from the window well was a bit more exciting, because he actually jumped in the window and ran around the basement.
Oy. Now I've got to figure out what to do with them, because if I just put them back outside, I envision having to fish them out of the window well every other day. Suggestions?
Or, the Dumbest Little Bunny in Kansas. Yup, guess who was in my window well when I got home from work. Not Angelina Jolie.
Teeny Bun strikes again. The good news: I'm getting better at wrangling him into a cardboard box. The bad news: I am tired of this shit.
Apparently.
The cats alerted me to my new charge by meowing frantically out on the screen porch. When I went out, I expected to see a bird, or another cat, or Teeny Bun, who was most recently seen skulking around the pampas grass.
Yes, it was Teeny Bun, and he'd gone in for the latest trend: falling into one of the many deep pits around my house.
So, down to the basement I go to find Teeny Bun hiding out in the same place Baby Boid did last year, when he fell into the window well. Christ on a crutch.
Unlike Baby Boid, I didn't figure that Teeny Bun's Mom was going to come and feed him, and he does look like he's awfully small to be on his own. Either way, he wasn't going to fly out of my window well, sooo...Redzilla to the rescue.
Tragically, there was no one to film the adventure that was me entrapping this impossibly small rabbit in a cardboard box. You'll have to settle for a video of the rabbit-cat interaction.
Because it's been several days that I've seen him on his own, looking lost, and because the window well is deep, I figured I better bring him in and at least make sure that he's hydrated and not injured.
I did not bring him in just so I could look at his teeny-tiny-ness. I did NOT! Okay, fine, I put him in my bathtub with some water and some lettuce out of my garden in hopes that in a little bit I'll be able to go look at his cuteness. Satisfied?
The birds! I'm talking about those little great tit birds, you pervert. Apparently they're doing well despite climate warming in the British Isles. (I was going to add a picture of adorable baby tits to this post, but just as I was typing "great tits chicks" into Google, I realized how close to danger I was.)
I dunno, I just thought it was a brilliant headline. One of those journalism success stories.
Swayte Jaysus. It's Friday finally. I wasn't sure we were going to make it here. It's also Stop Day, the last day of the semester, which means I have twomore frantic weeks of work before the next stage of the Great Brain Tumor Hall Migration. Then at long last: summer. Quiet and calm and plenty of time to write and mess around. And Vox!
Also, as an open note to the rabbits in my yard. Look, little guys, there are only four of you and I have a lot of dandelions. So while the nibbling is adorable, you really need to pick up the pace on eating. Thanks.
How's everyone else today? I don't ask often enough, but how are you?
I don't know anything about rabbits, so it's not clear to me what's going on here. All I know is that the cats are going insane watching all this rabbit ruckus in the backyard.
So, rabbit experts: prelude to romance or the rabbit equivalent of a Crips vs. Bloods turf war?
