Waiting for the Lights to Come On

I end my days with the bunnies, waiting for their lights to come on.

I quietly sit in the black chair with my feet up on the bench.


I listen to their munching as the light in the sky dims.


The two solar globe lights blink on first.  IMG_1712

Moments later, the garden glows with a warm yellow light from the of Market bulbs.


That’s my signal that the bunnies are safe and my day in the garden has ended.


I pause just a bit, in the glow, in the quiet.

It’s a peaceful way to end a day.



Bunny Secrets Revealed

You remember that I wondered whether the secrets whispered between these two were going to involve them digging a hole or hiding from me.   They did both!


Charlotte is the main digger and bulldozer. It is amazing to watch her push dirt away from the hole.

Barley did some assisting.IMG_0137

Later, I checked on them.  I could not find Charlotte anywhere.  Only Barley.  He kept peering down into the hole.  I was almost frantic until I realized that,  Charlotte was deep down inside the hole.IMG_0133

When she finally emerged.  A shovel blade was used to cover the opening until the hole could be filled.  Those tricky rabbits!


Hare Hormones

Poor Charlotte has gone through another false pregnancy.


This second round lacked the crazy fervor of last spring’s nesting.

There has been less fur pulling and growling.

Barley has been allowed inside the nest for napping.


I have sent them both out on this windy day to clean up the nest.

It was built behind the carriers under a table.


I will be putting a cleaner version back in that spot with timothy hay and rags.

I hope I did not clean up the nest too soon. There was quite a bit of spying going on through the window during the cleaning.


Another little critter is nesting. This Chickadee was very pleased to pluck hair from the rabbit rugs that were hanging out for airing.


FLOWER/Bunny Mama




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

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.

Bunny Frenzy

A tornado of activity has hit the bunny room in the basement. Charlotte, the female, is hauling every scrap of straw and blanket into the hutch. She is moving so fast, I can’t even get a clear photo of her. She’s a blur of fur!


She tried to tear off pieces of my shoes while they were still on my feet.  She even stuffed the end of a curtain into her mouth and tried to pull it down to carry it to her nest.


I have witnessed a false pregnancy in another female rabbit, Fluffy, years ago. This is more drastic and urgent. She cannot stop tearing up boxes and material and hauling them into the sleeping room of the hutch.


This activity started last night and reached a fever pitch during a storm this morning. After adding the final touches with her own hair, she was finally satisfied with her nest and came out to rest.


Barley, the male, seems puzzled by her urgent activities. He did try to comfort her at one point, but does not feel the need to help with the nest building. He was neutered months ago and has not been his usual frisky self since.


Barley is more of a thinker than a doer. He seems to sit and ponder life’s questions.  Where does hay come from? When will mom fill up the food bowl? Will the “fresh” tonight be carrots and cilantro or apples and Swiss chard?  I wonder…

I hope Charlotte won’t be too disappointed when no babies arrive. I will leave the nest for a while and see what happens next.

If there are babies, I will be getting a big, ole refund from the vet.

Follow the Frenzy.