We have this rabbit that kindled Easter Day. Her name was Bridget (I bought her on St. Patrick’s Day). Prior to kindling, she was mild mannered, no problem. Now that she’s had babies, she’s turned into the Tasmanian Devil. If you open her cage to put anything in there (i.e. forage) she screeches and comes at you with ears laid back, teeth bared and front feet striking out at you. I forgot to warn Wally about her and one Saturday when he opened the cage to give her food, she got him on the arm. We’ve since changed her name to “E.B.” (fill in the blanks). I told Wally that as soon as her babies were older, I was going to put her in the chain link pen where we keep does that are being bred. Wally said yea, she’ll probably run up your leg when you went in there. Well, this morning I needed to clean out her cage, it was a mess with spent hay and forage. I got hold of her and put her on the ground while I cleaned the cage, then went off to milk the goats. When I got done with the goats, I tried to catch her, but couldn’t so I enlisted Gel to help me. When Gel flanked around her, she charged him and ran up his face. Lovely. A few times, she ran at me and sure enough, she ran up my leg! Finally I got hold of her and put her in her cage. Guess I need to buy a pair of Kevlar gloves.
Until later …