Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I came home from work on Monday and found Daughter #2 looking at the grass very, very closely. The picture above is what she found: Bunny.
We looked around for the nest with no luck. We figured that a wild bunny (not one of the three we keep in pens as pets) was moving the baby from one spot to the next, got startled, and dropped this creature. Daughter #2 was warned not to touch it too much in case Mama Bunny returned, but no sooner had I gone in the house when I looked out the window and she had Bunny in her hands, gently stroking its tiny body with her finger.
When Mr. Fix got home, I let him handle the situation (he is the animal lover of the two of us). It was decided that Mama Bunny wasn't coming back, and Daughter #2 could bring Bunny inside, kept warm in a shoebox lined with dried grass and soft cotton balls. Bunny was fed lukewarm milk through a medicine dropper. Daughter #2 knew from the outset that Bunny surviving was a long shot, but she insisted she'd like to try to take care of things.
Monday night brought severe thunderstorms with horrible sheets of rain. Poor Bunny would never have survived the night. Tuesday morning, and Bunny was still breathing, still taking milk by the dropper-full every hour or so. Tuesday when I returned home from work, Bunny was still hanging tough.
Today I stopped home on my way to Marquette for work, and yes, Bunny was still okay. Daughter #2 was very cautious and gentle with Bunny, not handling too much except for feedings.
On my way back from Marquette, I called home to check in, and Mr. Fix informed me that Bunny was gone. *sniff* Daughter #2 was understandably sad and took to bed to sort things out. Mr. Fix buried Bunny in the back garden.
Upon further investigation, Mr. Fix found out that one of our rabbits, Eliza Doolittle, had babies, and that Bunny was probably one of hers that had been dropped through the bottom of the cage. We suspect the dog, F*#!@ Jackson, picked up the fallen Bunny with his soft mouth, and dropped it by Daughter #2's feet. For the record, this is Eliza's second litter, and she doesn't know a damn thing. None of her babies have survived as she basically ignores them. Doolittle, indeed.
Cue Sir Elton's "Circle of Life"...have a great week.