Bringing Bunnies Home

Is it 9:30 yet? First sign of excited children, asking parents if a certain time has arrived, long after the age they learned how to read a clock. Saturday finally came. And so did 9:30, the target "leave the house" time to arrive to pick up bunnies bought 7 days ago. With the week long project of "build a bunny proof fence" behind us and a perfectly timed FEDEX delivery of a rabbit hutch, we were ready to go! Free-range bunnies with a hutch-option (not to be confused with a lease option).


The boys brought shoe boxes filled with hay to carry their bunnies home on their laps. A full hour of bunny petting on the way home. Being not so versed in the way of pet ownership, much less bunny ownership, no one knew if they would try to stage a coup and escape. Not so, these buns liked the petting and the attention. Plus, I am sure they were completely shell shocked. Two happy bunny owners chatted with their bunnies and each other about lofty plans for a plethora of bunny adventures.


Conversations about the fun adventures the bunny would have in their new outdoor bunny space, were followed by tales of bunny penthouse awesomeness. A two level "penthouse" whose gate would never be locked. Bunny Freedom. Herbert Nenninger is a big, big fan. Gray Tail is more of a "let me out to play" kind of a bunny, preferring to be on the grass for grazing and exploring.



Does this look slightly uncomfortable for both boy and bunny? Well it probably is. 13 years of no real pet contact will do that to a kid. (I think the bunny may always look like that.) But bunny hugs and cuddles are quickly becoming more familiar and will soon be the norm. Especially since the boys have committed to spend some time playing with their bunnies every single day, no matter what the weather is like to provide the human contact that keeps them so tame.



Lucky boys, they even got their first taste of playing with bunnies in a snow storm today. When we brought them home it was 50 degrees, and overcast with lots of grass and leaves to play in. By the end of the day it was a sideways blowing snow type of a day and the grass was covered in a thin layer of the white stuff. Hopefully, these little guys will be ok as it gets colder and colder. I can't wait to see my boys build the pet relationships we have deprived them of until now. I can't wait to watch them rise to the responsibility that taking care of another living thing requires. I am super excited to have a place to put our juicing scraps. Hooray for Happy Bunnies.