The Story of the Baby Bunny In the Ball
I bought a lot of stuff for helping our yard recover from the years of abuse the previous owners inflicted on it, namely sprinklers and soil and some fertilizer. Matthew went out today to get the sprinklers hooked up and ready tou actually use to begin aiding in yon recovery, and took Booth outside with him.
If you haven't seen, Booth is our very large, very puppy gold Aussie shephard mix brindle. Booth chilled on the driveway while Matthew hooked everything up. Suddenly, Booth was gone. Matthew went out into the driveway from the garage and I proceeded to stop looking out the window as I was upstairs in the bathroom.
Suddenly I hear Matthew shouting for me in his trademarked panicked voice, that I had to come downstairs right NOW. I tell him in a minute since I just got out of the shower and I'm basically naked. He yells again and I just yell back through the blinds What in the hell is it?.
I hear the stomping up the stairs and figure he's coming in, so just sit on the bed and keep getting dressed and wait. He has something in his hand. Uhhh why did you bring a dead bird inside... And he goes into "I was fixing the sprinklers, and then Booth ran off so i went to find him and saw him prancing back up to the house with this in his mouth and Wil was coming up behind me and I just knew he had this dead bird in his mouth and then Wil was going to see this dead bird and really upset." Ugh...a dead bird.
And then it moved. And it wasn't a bird, it was a baby brown and grey streaked bunny. Eyes as big as saucers, ears up, and fluffy fur all matted with dog slobber. I took the baby from Matthew and turned him around, he snuggled into my hand and didn't even try to jump. We took it downstairs and put him in box and Matthew turned him over wearing some gloves. The whole trip from wherever he came from to the garage inside of a very hyper and overactive puppy's mouth, he had only one small scratch on his thigh that stopped bleeding within a minute or two and was only a trickle to start. I checked the baby over and didn't feel any excessively squishy insides, found no more blood, nothing. The baby was ok.
Matthew went to look for the warren or nest it could have come from, as about the whole planet had their lawns mowed today and yesterday and disturbed nests seemed pretty likely, but he couldn't find anything. And the baby just kept burrowing against my hand, not kicking, not squirming, just pressing his nose against the corners of my fingers or whatever body part it was close to. And it dawned on me, Easter was 2 weeks ago, this poor thing is probably a "here's a fun bunny present on easter" cast away. It was too tame, totally unafraid, but, it wasn't eating or drinking either. Oh jesus this was a baby baby and it needs to be weaned still.
I went out to the Petsmart, bought a cage, bed, bedding, litter box, water bottle, bunny treats and food and chewies, and in a few hours, it's going to the vet to be checked out. But in the mean time, it's tooling around on the floor in a big purple plastic hamster ball enjoying itself immensely.
If you haven't seen, Booth is our very large, very puppy gold Aussie shephard mix brindle. Booth chilled on the driveway while Matthew hooked everything up. Suddenly, Booth was gone. Matthew went out into the driveway from the garage and I proceeded to stop looking out the window as I was upstairs in the bathroom.
Suddenly I hear Matthew shouting for me in his trademarked panicked voice, that I had to come downstairs right NOW. I tell him in a minute since I just got out of the shower and I'm basically naked. He yells again and I just yell back through the blinds What in the hell is it?.
I hear the stomping up the stairs and figure he's coming in, so just sit on the bed and keep getting dressed and wait. He has something in his hand. Uhhh why did you bring a dead bird inside... And he goes into "I was fixing the sprinklers, and then Booth ran off so i went to find him and saw him prancing back up to the house with this in his mouth and Wil was coming up behind me and I just knew he had this dead bird in his mouth and then Wil was going to see this dead bird and really upset." Ugh...a dead bird.
And then it moved. And it wasn't a bird, it was a baby brown and grey streaked bunny. Eyes as big as saucers, ears up, and fluffy fur all matted with dog slobber. I took the baby from Matthew and turned him around, he snuggled into my hand and didn't even try to jump. We took it downstairs and put him in box and Matthew turned him over wearing some gloves. The whole trip from wherever he came from to the garage inside of a very hyper and overactive puppy's mouth, he had only one small scratch on his thigh that stopped bleeding within a minute or two and was only a trickle to start. I checked the baby over and didn't feel any excessively squishy insides, found no more blood, nothing. The baby was ok.
Matthew went to look for the warren or nest it could have come from, as about the whole planet had their lawns mowed today and yesterday and disturbed nests seemed pretty likely, but he couldn't find anything. And the baby just kept burrowing against my hand, not kicking, not squirming, just pressing his nose against the corners of my fingers or whatever body part it was close to. And it dawned on me, Easter was 2 weeks ago, this poor thing is probably a "here's a fun bunny present on easter" cast away. It was too tame, totally unafraid, but, it wasn't eating or drinking either. Oh jesus this was a baby baby and it needs to be weaned still.
I went out to the Petsmart, bought a cage, bed, bedding, litter box, water bottle, bunny treats and food and chewies, and in a few hours, it's going to the vet to be checked out. But in the mean time, it's tooling around on the floor in a big purple plastic hamster ball enjoying itself immensely.