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Baby Bunny Update … After the Musing.

OK, if you haven’t caught up, catch up now.  Read THIS post.

Then come back.

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I came home, fed the babies again.

Was speaking back and forth with my mom who is a HUGE animal advocate and thankfully, a huge network of people.

She found someone close who was ready and willing and able to give MY (yes, I totally bonded) babies the attention and love they deserve.

I wavered.

I had bonded.

They had made it through the night!

THEY TOOK THEIR FIRST STEPS WITH ME!!

They really did.  When I found them, they were flopping like fish.  This morning’s feeding had them using their legs, walking up me … I had to swaddle to nurse them.

 

I have finally downloaded the videos I took during my short, short time as a bunny foster mom.

The first video … When I was still trying to find Bunny Mom.

And I did.

I played Alice and searched and searched for that rabbit hole.

As I said in my first post, once darkness fell, and rain was imminent … They HAD to come inside.

Life or death situation. (I’ll speak about that later.)

They survived the night!  I nursed and they lived!

I fed them.  I bonded.  And then … My mom, who is very active in animal advocate circles, found someone close who could do better than I could.

Give them more than I could.

So, my last videos:

One of the bunnies with hiccups:

ANNNNND … My goodbye. 😦

SO! My babies are gone.

The adoptive mom was lovely.  As were her children.

They already have a bunny.   She’s a dog groomer – and as I said before, a huge animal advocate.  I slipped her my email address.

“Please tell me good or bad how they’re doing.”

I had the bunnies tucked under my cardigan, it was pouring rain. I had their little bag ready.

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And I cried, and I cried, and I cried.

Still crying.

I feel like Alice had something to do with my ‘meeting’ of these beautiful creatures.

I went down her rabbit hole.  A healing.  Being of service.  Loving something smaller and vulnerable.

And it happened with my mom.

‘Alice’ knew one of my favorite books (other than Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) was Watership Down.

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Sensible informative part of my emotional post:

If you see a baby w/out it’s mom … Wait!

Rabbits will abandon (temporarily) their young to redirect a predator.

The babies may not BE abandoned!

There is a LOT of work involved in raising wild rabbits – they NEED the environment for immunities and such.  So, it’s not ideal to try to raise one without doing MUCH research.

Rabbits are one of the few that DON’T abandon their young if you’ve ‘touched them’.  If you give one shelter for the night, and feel it’s safe to return, RETURN IT!

My situation was dictated by a storm, a very dangerous spot that I found them in and the fact that we have many predators … Otherwise, I would have left them alone.

Ok, maybe I would have watched to be sure mom came to get them, but, I would not have taken them inside if there was no other way.

I assure you.

Two babies live today – and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t taken them in.

Of that, I’m certain.

And thanks ‘Alice’ – you know who you are – even though you’re not reading this.  I think you put those babies in my path.

 

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Musings from the Laundromat: Storms, Rainbows and Rabbits edition

It’s dark outside.  Thunder is rumbling.  I’m sitting quietly at my table in the laundromat with much on my mind.

We’ll begin at the beginning.

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It has been raining on and off since Friday.  Yesterday there was a break in the weather and I was sitting outside on the phone.

Then I spotted something in the dirt, outside the gate, by the road.  Two somethings.

Squirming, small and mole like.  I like moles.  I thought I’d grab my camera and see if I could zoom in to figure out what they were.

Didn’t get much information out of that plan, so I walked over to them.

“Oh, mom … I have to go!  I’ll call you back.”

This is what my camera picked up next.

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A tiny, newborn rabbit.

Two of them were flopping blindly in the rocks.

I looked around for the mother …

I looked around for a warren.  Some sort of home they may have come from.

There was NO WAY these two made it any great distance – unable to walk or see.

I spoke to my mom again – unsure what to do, but certain I had to do something!

We have a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood – being a rural location.

Also the skies were threatening to open back up again and would surely soak these tiny creatures.

We decided I would put them in a box and keep them warm.  I grabbed a t-shirt and padded the box.  Placed them gently inside and put the box near a location I’d seen ‘crumples’ (named for its ‘crumply’ ear) and another rabbit friend spending a lot of time.

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I then placed baby carrots all around the box, went inside and waited.

No bunny came.

I finally made the decision, that they couldn’t just stay outside in the box all night.  If one cried out, a cat would be sure to find them.

So inside with me they went.

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What to do next?  They must be hungry.

After watching a video on YouTube, I threw on some shoes and in my pajamas, headed out to the nearest store.

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I scooped the less feisty one up first, held it securely, but sweetly and nursed.

I wish I had photos of that for you … But I clearly had my hands full.

They both took in several drops.

This is them after their meal.

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All tucked in for the night.

They slept in my bathroom high enough so that should one squeak, Butters wouldn’t be able to investigate with any success.

Then I was tucked in … And hoping they made it through the night.

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This morning I got up early.  Held my breath and peered inside the box.

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Alive and well!

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it last night, but I donned my fluffy robe and prepared their breakfast.

Holding each against the fluff seemed to comfort them.  They didn’t eat as much this morning, but the feisty one cried out between drops and what it lacked in size it more than made up for with volume! 🙂

Baby rabbits do an amazing impersonation of a squeaky toy.  A LOUD squeaky toy.

They also look very much like otters from the front! LOL!

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Breakfast finished, back in the box.

Here’s some more pictures:

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I hated to leave them to do laundry – but they’re ok.

They’ll get another meal when I get back and my mom used her animal network to find me someone local who will take them and care for them.

I did go back outside this morning to see if any bunny was searching …

All I spotted was this.

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I think it’s a good omen.

I think my foster babies are going to be just fine.

 

Musings from the Laundromat: Tracks and Crumples and Butters edition.

Tracks!  Tracks in my yard.  The two doves that spend a lot of time in my neck of the desert seem to have nested nearby because I see them daily now.

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Here’s one to refresh your memory:

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There’s a few other creatures sticking close to my home – one of which I have lovingly named ‘Crumple Bunny’ which has morphed to ‘Crumples’ already.

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It’s little left ear is in constant flop – or – crumpled mode.  I’m not sure if it was born this way, or has been injured.  I’ve started leaving baby carrots around the area for Crumples and his able eared friend.

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A closer shot.  It isn’t caged by the way – I took this from my porch, the rabbit was in my neighbor’s yard behind the fence.

Or – my EX neighbor’s I should say!

YES! They finally left!!!!

They also left, 3 tires, an old car, a broken shed full of gawd only knows what – a mattress, toys – and various other items. *sigh*

I didn’t expect less of them.

Back to animals – and speaking of little left things …

Butters has been stepping gingerly on her left hind foot.

I investigated as much as I could considering:

A) She doesn’t like to be prodded or examined – doubly so when there’s something to actually examine.

B) I am not a vet.

I can’t find anything in her paw or pads – but she had been nibbling furiously on the foot attached to said leg for some time.  I thought she needed a bath – but that didn’t fix the problem.

Then she seemed fine.

I should also mention I switched her food to a more expensive “joint care” one after her last limpy period.

(This happened last year and the vet had suggested it could be arthritis since the anti-inflammatory’s she was prescribed with seemed to give her back her usual gait.)

I then noticed she wasn’t – um – ‘Answering natures call’ on a regular basis.  Also noticed her food bowl was left for meals at a time untouched.

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I (again, with all my veterinary training) just assumed since her foot/leg was bothering her, perhaps she just didn’t feel like eating.

Yesterday I thought I’d buy her old food and give that a shot.

I had barely put a scoop in her bowl and she dove in head first!

Kibble was flying – the bowl was clinking and … I felt like the worst dog mom on the planet.

She freaking HATED the ‘better’ food!

Poor thing has been hungry!  No wonder she hadn’t used the yard, she had nothing to give it!

I swear she gave me dirty looks all day yesterday after that.  At one point she lay on the couch opposite mine with my son – I could feel her looking at me, but when I returned eye contact, she turned her head.

She was probably thinking, “Really?  REALLY mom?  It took you a bag of food to realize I only ate it when I was flipping starving and wondered why I wasn’t going potty??!”

Sufficiently shamed.

She is now giving what little attention I deserve as she works on forgiving me.

As for her leg – I guess it’s back to the vet with us.

THAT will be an adventure.  And when I say ‘adventure’ I mean a drama packed, hyperventilation filled 5 minute drive followed by self asphyxiation by leash in a waiting room.  And that’s just me!  😉

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Teeth, Pets and stuff

Why I hate being here

Because my mom isn’t right now!!!

Why I hate cats!

I don’t … But OH my GOD! They are so needy!

What the actual post is about … Loving TINY and a broken tooth.

Freaking Cats.

And how they have affected me.

Oh, let’s add ‘the dog’ and how I now experience the ‘in out, in out’ thingy that dog people do.

I HAVE a dog.  She doesn’t do this – she also doesn’t cuddle, so I think I have a backfired dog that I love anyway lol.

SO!

I’m house sitting.

First 20 minutes I’m here – I break a tooth, no joke.

Left a message with my dentist and I’m PISSED! Because I JUST paid my credit card off and actually put money into savings!!!!!!!!

Oh well.

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It takes a while.

Even when they’ve met you, they meet you all over again (the feral turned domestic ones.  I actually had the ‘biter’ NOT bite me tonight!)

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As for my Tiny Dancer … She is skin and bones.

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I played this … Because she likes it when I sing it to her …

But, she didn’t like the ‘me not singing it’ version. 😦

I’m just so sad right now you guys.

Sad because the pets are sad.

Sad because my mum is sad.

Sad because my Nannie – who I love so much – is passing.

But!  Glad my dad got a night off. Glad I could step up and step in.

Glad I could be here and that my son will be taking a turn.

THIS is what life is about.

And loving those who are still here – and doing all we can.

But it’s creepy too – because people you think WILL be there tomorrow maybe will not be – so appreciate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going to sleep, with my broken tooth, my broken heart and my hopefulness.

 

 

If you don’t see a post from me after this one … prime suspect is small & grey

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I slept on the downstairs couch last night with a dog at my feet and a cat on my back (literally).  I haven’t seen a human since Friday.  One more night then I get to return to my little home.

It’s funny isn’t it?  How quickly we miss our routine – our space and obviously our loved ones.

Why did I sleep on the couch?   I was a little concerned that if I was too comfortable, I’d not hear my alarm.  There’s an hour time difference between where I’m staying and where I work.  I had to be up at O’Dark Thirty.

Another reason?  The home is big and to be honest, I didn’t want to be upstairs in a bedroom and hear something creak or move in the night.  lol.  I figure if a serial killer was to enter the house, I’d be able to leap off the couch and to the closest weapon dispensary (the kitchen) if I stayed downstairs.

Turns out it would have been a little tough ‘leaping’ though as I was pinned down most of the night by Plucky.  She’s … um, I’m trying to find a kind way to describe an overly affectionate, needy, clueless cat.  She just will not take a hint.  And as much as I adore her – I woke several times to her either a) on my bladder or b) with her nose on my lips as she perched on my chest.  Thus why I turned onto my stomach to sleep.

 

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The other felines are pretty relaxed.

But there’s the constant threat of one of them getting out.  I lost TWO cats over the weekend.  First time was Foo and it took FOREVER outside shaking the treat container to get him back inside.  Lost him again the next day, but only briefly.  And then Plucky.  *sigh*

You see, Meesha, the pup, can open the screen door from the outside and god forbid I’ve gone to use the bathroom or in another part of the house when she decides to let herself back in.  I found the screen open twice yesterday and had to do a frantic head count.

It’s a dance.  The whole operation of the home is a choreographed dance.

And you’d better know all the moves – even if you’re sleep deprived from a night of attempted smothering.