
Ayup, nibblin’ store-bought hay might be fine fur them city rabbits, but a country critter like me needs a plot of grass he can harvest fur hisself.
Rabbit posts for Sunday
Ayup, nibblin’ store-bought hay might be fine fur them city rabbits, but a country critter like me needs a plot of grass he can harvest fur hisself.
What a monster I’d been, cruel and heartless. All those innocent field mice, scooped up and bopped on the head. I was up to fifty a day at once point. And what was it all for?
Out of a litter of 14 baby bunnies, Tiny Tim was the smallest and the feistiest. Tim almost didn’t make it, but Mom’s voice helped Tim survive — and give her a surprise!
(This is a repeat of a post from 2023 that’s too good not to share again. Thanks to reader Skimpy.)