I haven’t been very good about regular bunny fixes lately, but that’s only because I haven’t taken any nice ones lately to show off. This one of Sunshine and Boomer is from almost 2 months ago already; I like it because of the way Boomer is spooning around Sunshine and it’s sort of hard to tell where one bunny ends and the other begins! The love goes on…

Truth be told, it makes me sad to be taking pics of Boomer and some other girl bunny. We miss Cricket and our familiar routines. I miss seeing the easy way they had with each other. Boomer misses his perfect pillow and ear-washer.

Sunshine is a sweet girl and they’re getting along well, but in limited doses. Boomer is alone all day and overnight because I’m not ready to trust them together unsupervised. I imagine it will take me a while to get over that fight they had enough so that I’ll let them be together they way they seem to want to be. They make a bee-line to each other in the morning when I let them together for a bit before work. It’s the same in the evening when I get home and they lounge and eat salad and hay together until bedtime. Then I separate them for the night which feels cruel. But they’re safe that way, at least, from any odd mood that might strike them to have an argument in the dark.

Enough of that. I had wanted to post a video here last week, but for a few hours of trying I wasn’t able to get it to cooperate. Maybe there’s some problem with the video itself that prevents it from uploading. Anyway, click on the link and enjoy some bunny antics. These aren’t my bunnies, but they could be, as silly as they are.

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It was a year ago today that Peeper showed up homeless on my doorstep. Happy Gotcha Day, Peeper! Do you remember how worried I was that she was pregnant? How I complained about how hormonal she was? Good grief – I’m glad those times are behind us!

She no longer peeps at me like a little lost bird – that’s how I first named her Peeper. She doesn’t often sit at the window watching the cars go by like she used to (a peeper in another sense) – so really her name no longer fits her. Growler would suit her better to be honest! She’s a sweet girl, but will always be a bit on the wild side, I imagine. Like children, those formative months at the start of a bunny’s life often set the tone for a lifetime of relationships. She didn’t learn early to trust and so she lives in a place of suspicion in her relations with people. She’s ferocious with any of the other bunnies who come by to visit as well.

I love her just the same and hope that as time goes on she’ll come to more easily accept affection and attention. She makes her own joy – digging endlessly in any dark place she can roam in and flopping contentedly on her side when ushered back to her cage when I’ve had enough of her scratching at floors and walls. She likes to play like a cat and will lunge at a hand dragged back and forth on the carpet in front of her – if that hand reaches around then to poke her on the bottom she dances happily away and turns around in midair to pounce again. That she’s learned to play at all is proof of her coming around, I think. I think the best thing for her would be for me to move her out onto the porch with the other bunnies so she’d have more company and the opportunity to see the others interact with me in a positive way – that might quell some of her fear. So far there’s no room for her out there and she wouldn’t get enough time out of her cage anyway. Maybe someday. Until then she shares my office and keeps me company while I blog and do schoolwork.

Delia at Beginning to Bird was fixin’ for a bunny fix so here’s a pic of Freckles lounging in the clover patch beside our pond.

Freckles is the most unassuming of bunnies; she’s as happy to nap all day as she is to race around the living room when given an opportunity. She’s hardly ever grumpy and never bossy. She doesn’t get as much attention from me as she ought to simply because she is so undemanding compared to the others. She loves to sit on my lap in front of the TV and be petted, but there’s something about her fur that sends me into fits of itchiness so I don’t treat her to lap time very often.

After her photo shoot outside today I took the opportunity to pluck some of the offensive fur that she’s been shedding like mad the last few weeks. I was glad to see the tufts of fur landing like feathers on the lawn, but I think half of it found its way right back into my eyes. Argghhh!

Sunshine (on top) and Boomer (down below) are still figuring out how to be friends. They started off really strongly, but then had a bit of a setback that made me separate them for a week or so. They’re just now getting back to spending the evenings together when I can supervise them. Sunshine goes back to her (Great Dane-sized) dog crate while I’m at work and overnight.

For some reason they had a fight one night and I woke up to find them chasing one another and fur flying everywhere. Boomer lost the most fur in that tussle and was scared of Sunshine for a few days. When he got over being afraid of her, all he wanted to do was mount her! I honestly didn’t think Boomer had it in him, as I never saw him act that way with Cricket. He seems recently to have gotten over his friskiness (ahem!) and is content to lie beside her and groom her ears. From what I’ve read, this is pretty typical behavior with bunnies who are bonding, as they have to work out who will be the boss and other important living arrangements like who will wash whose ears and who gets to eat the choicest bits of cilantro.

Yes, she’s here, but not ready for a photo shoot just yet! Boomer is curious and has taken to lying beside her cage and stealing strands of hay from her pile. We’re taking things very slowly so there’s no troubles, but it looks promising. She’s here as a *foster* until we’re sure that the two of them can be friends. She has ear mites, which take about 6 weeks to clear up, so until then she and Boomer will only be meeting through the bars of her cage. Her face is so young-looking – she’s just six months old – and she’s small compared to what I’m used to in a Flemish Giant, but I never had one so young. She’s frightened – who could blame her – but with enough time and gentleness she’ll be bossing me around like the rest of the long-eared gang. More pictures when she’s feeling less shy!