About six months ago a little girl from church asked Lindsay if she wanted her bunny. In our lifelong quest to save anything helpless and cute we gladly added another member to our mini farm. Cici, the little girl that had given the bunny up for adoption, had named the bunny Milkshake. We thought about changing the name but decided bunnies probably don't care what we call them and Butch didn't quite fit. Milkshake she remains.
Milkshake remained in a cage for several months with close to daily excursions to the outside world. She always had a hard time going back into her cage and would be shaking the cage door the next morning to get out. She doesn't really like to be held which is why I think we were gifted the bunny. One day I decided to seal off all under-fence retreats and let her loose in the backyard. I would put her back in her cage just before I went to bed and let her out when I woke up. One night I forgot. I woke up in a panic and ran out with images of Milkshake guts flying through my head. Luckily, she survived. In fact she has been surviving cage free since then. She sleeps under the barn and she has made several attempt to burrow to her neighbor in the next yard. Luckily she has yet to meet the pit bull next door.
Today while I worked on the "SuperCoop". I decided to let the Ladies out for a recess from the brooder. No sooner then I set them down in the grass did Milkshake come out to checkout her new "roomies". They are all very interested in
each other.
They all have one thing in common....
They all love chicken feed.
Then Milkshake needed a rest.
Buddy is very excited about the whole thing.
Then he stared at the door.
Lindsay felt bad for him and gave him a rub with a vibrating massager.
He liked it.
He really liked it.
Then he went back to his chair for another rest.
He has such a hard life.
