Barley’s Bottom

I promised Barley I would not share photos of his bare bottom.

It was not pretty.  He seemed ashamed and hid in his box more than usual.

It all started on a trip to the mountains.

Barley urinated in his crate and had a wet bottom when we arrived.

It tried to clean his fluffy rear with wash clothes and wipes.

Bunnies hate to be wet, so we both ended up soaked and I got bitten twice.

Barley has never bitten me before, so I knew this was not going to end well.

The fur on his cute,  little rear end was soon matted and dirty and clumped into locks.

It was time to visit our specialty vet.

This woman is amazing. Anybody that can hold a giant rabbit with one hand and shave his bottom with the other is my hero.

I must add that if this had been Charlotte, the attack rabbit scene from Monty Python would have been reenacted.   She is a beast!

We came home with an antibiotic, an anti-inflammatory and sulfa cream to slather on his bare rear.

Yes folks, Barley had diaper rash.

Charlotte had to be isolated during this period, because she would have licked off the cream.

I am happy to report that the crisis has passed and his bottom is back to its former cuteness.

All’s well that ends well.


Parsley in Protective Custody

My parsley plant started disappearing again.

Last time this happened, I found a little striped Black Swallowtail caterpillar munching on it.


After a few days it crawled up on the Passion vine, changed shape,


formed a chrysalis, and disappeared.


This time though, I could not find the culprit.

Each day the plant got smaller and smaller.

Ah Ha!  I finally caught the bandit in action.

No Black Swallowtail this go-round.

It was a black New Zealand Lop rabbit, Charlotte.


The plant has been moved out of reach of Miss Munchie.


She was out there searching for her snack this morning.


Whew! These rabbits keep me hopping.


Bugs and Bunnies

I am surrounded by cuteness.

Most people think bunnies are cute,

Charlotte and Barley. My New Zealand/Lop rabbits.

but I think bugs are also cute.

Baby Mantis on Eucomis

I think it is precious that something so tiny is busy doing its job in the garden.


The bunnies, however, do not seem the least bit concerned


with doing anything productive.


I guess when you are that cute, you don’t need to concern yourself with a purpose.


I guess their cuteness is their purpose.

I wish I were that cute!

FLOWER/Bunny Stalker

Bunny Secrets

Wonder what bunnies whisper to each other about.


Let’s dig a hole while mommy is not looking?


Let’s go hide and make her find us.


Could they be any cuter?


Evidence of a Stalker

While searching through my many files for a certain photo,

I noticed a disturbing trend.

Someone has been using my camera to take hundreds of photos of a certain two individuals.

There are pictures of them eating, lounging, cuddling and even using the toilet.

What was even more disturbing is that there is an inordinate number of closeups of their backsides.

Whoever is doing this is obviously obsessed with these two and has a booty fetish.

I am looking into the issue and gathering evidence.

I am pretty sure I know who the perpetrator is, but I won’t divulge her identity.

Bunny Mommy

If you think it’s difficult to get a Christmas photo with children in it,

you need to try it with bunnies.


Barley took to the hat without complaint.


He also likes to be held, so this part of the photo-shoot went easily.


Then there was Charlotte.


The first photos had to be redone, because I left the photo card in the computer.

The repeat performance was even more lively than the first.


She bit her hat and then climbed me like a tree.


No blood was shed, so I consider this a success.

These two are such fun.

They are a lot of work, but worth every bit, or should I say bite?



FLOWER/Bunny Mommy

Busy and Not Busy

I don’t have to look to know who is Busy and who is Not Busy in the bunny yard.

Where ever I hear noise, I know I will see a blur of black fur.


Then I must peer under things to find my barley brown bunny,

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quietly napping or watching the trees.

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Charlotte is usually on the move or moving dirt.

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Barley can be found quietly meditating.


Usually, they only spend time together while eating


or snuggling.

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But one day Not Busy made the mistake of napping too close to Busy during an excavation.

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Busy dug dirt and kicked it behind her.  Not Busy got dirty.

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Busy bulldozed dirt away from the excavation site.

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Not Busy began to disappear under the soil.

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Busy disappeared into the hole.

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Busy continues working. Not Busy continues meditating.

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They both stopped to pose for a picture. I think he’s smiling.

FLOWER fills in lots of holes.

Bunnies out, Bulbs up

I have been telling folks that my bunnies are as big as the neighbors’ beagle. Now I have a photo to prove it. Thankfully, I had my camera with me photographing bulbs when this encounter went down.

Charlotte standing her ground.
Barley. To dig or not to dig? That is the question.
Alberto Costello Starflower
Anemone blanda

I spent every day last week sliding up and down the hills on cardboard.

No, not for amusement!     I’ve been digging weeds.

Spring is just around the corner in NC.  Wait for it………

Follow the Flower to spring.

Wild Hare

There has been a new development with the bunnies.

As I exited my workshop this morning, I heard chewing noises coming from under my work table outside the door.

I bent down to to see which bunny was under there. To my surprise, I saw neither. I paused and heard the sounds again.

This time I looked into the shelves. Guess who…


Miss Busy Bee was up in the shelves snooping through my gardening supplies.

If this is rabbit adolescence, I’m going to need some back-up.

Just this morning I had to provide separate “toilets” because one of them insisted on doing their business BESIDE the litter box.  Now,  there are separate but equal facilities.


What next?

Don’t follow this Flower.