French Lops

ImageWe have French Lops.  Mocha, the mother.  And her five babies.  Big babies.  Born in May.  Very big babies.  We have a lot of cages and pens but never enough this time of year.  For a while the bunnies can share cages, but they are getting big enough to make more bunnies so we separate them.  Two live in the horse trailer, I am fairly confident they are both females and I’ve seen no sign of any untoward behavior.  Lemon, a gorgeous white guy lives alone.  As do two brown and one black bunny.  This morning I was cleaning the-brown-bunny-in-the-barn’s pen.  I can not remember his name.  I fed and watered him and walked away.

About an hour later I realized he was gone.  Ooops.  Open door, no bunny in sight.  I walked over to the outdoor pens and looked around.  Dory was helping me.  “Oh, Dory!  Where is that rabbit?”  Almost immediately I felt a nudge on my heel.  “Did you find him Dory?”

I looked down and it was the-brown-bunny-in-the barn!  He understood me!

Dory and the cows and Dizzy understand a lot of what I say but a rabbit!  They can communicate their needs pretty well. I am used to that.  The black-bunny-in-the-barn will run crazy noisy circles in his cage for a pet on the head.  CookieDough would always put his head over his food bowl so you had to pet him before you fed him.  The brown bunnies in the horse trailer will hide behind the partition until you talk to them.  They will jump up on you for love.  I have never had one answer my question so directly though.

I let him free-range with the chickens for the day.  This afternoon Emma was cuddling him for a quite while.  Until I said, “Emma, why don’t you put him back in his cage for me.”  He went under her legs and ran off.

He is back in his cage now, made Sarah crawl under the manure trailer, but she did catch him at last and return him to safety.

I used to say, “Coincidence.”  But I have had too many coincidences with my animals to believe it any more.

I am daily losing my human-centric perspective of the world.  Some would say I am nutty.  And Emma did catch me talking to the peas the other day when I was making split pea soup, but really I don’t think I am losing it, I feel like I am gaining something.  Something I haven’t quite figured out yet.  Perhaps a chicken or pig will clue me in soon!

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