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Here’s Sidney!

 Our attempt to secure a bunny via the Cheshire branch of the RSPCA met with the same dead end response as the Shropshire branch. The rabbit we enquired about, we were informed, was already in the process of being adopted. Do you have any others then, said we. Oh, we’ve only got pairs that need rehoming, said they. But we’ve got one already, we only want one, said we. Radio silence. Then a message saying if the adoption of the rabbit of our original enquiry failed, they would be in touch. 

Too late!! I can’t be waiting around for the RSPCA to get their act together. Edith is a lone bunny. She needs a companion. I had also made contact with a woman in Stoke who wanted to re-home her rabbit but she never got back to me when she said she would i.e almost a week ago. Too late for her, too. 

Because, from a breeder just up the road, for the grand sum of £20 (a third of what the RSPCA wanted), ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce….

Sidney!

He is hiding in the Eglu after a twenty minute car journey, a bump on the nose from Bambino, a brief meeting with an extraordinarily excited Edith, and the discovery of the Great Outdoors With Grass…


He is a blue (meaning grey) mini lop and he is 5 months old. He was being sold because he doesn’t quite meet the breeding requirements for his type, whatever that means. He is used to being handled and spent time sitting on my lap hiding his nose under his paws. He is a similar size to Edith - a bit shorter and squatter, and with a fatter head, but that’s boys for you. 

So, he has been set up in the Eglu and run right next door to Edith’s palace. They need to be able to bond before we let them live together. They also need to be neutered because we do NOT want any baby bunnies. Therefore, they are mere inches apart so they can see and smell each other, maybe share a dandelion leaf or two through the wire mesh, but there will be no hanky panky until they’ve been to hospital with their doctor and had their bits sorted. Their doctor, Dr Hunt, has been able to confirm that Sidney does, indeed, have testicles. Edith will also be neutered because doe rabbits are prone to ovarian cancer. 

I’ve been up the garden to see them a couple of times this afternoon. Sidney has emerged from the Eglu and is running around his space with great enthusiasm, pausing every now and again to groom his magnificent ears and partake of some water and nibbly food stuff. Edith is VERY interested in him, to the point of obscenity - I suspect there is a lot of lady rabbit hormone surging through her blood. I shall have words with her about decorum, grace and manners. 

All is looking good thus far. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wait.. a GREY rabbit??

(Mrs D)
Anonymous said…
Hahahaha!! Mrs Duck, you beat me to it!
KJ
Denise said…
The RSPCA one was grey all over plus it was called (unimaginatively) Grayson. They aren’t renowned for their colour palette. We had no choice with this one’s colour either - I take solace from the fact the official breeder term for ‘grey’ is ‘blue.’ Like my bathroom tiles…🙄

Enjoy your moment of grey glory, ladies….😂😂

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