A week or so ago, the feed store yielded up another creature to add to the menagerie at this house. Considering it was my birthday, I figured this bunny was for me. I was mistaken.
He’s a baby, too: born at the end of March
Isn’t he cute? He’s a mini-Rex rabbit, and oh so soft.
My daughter told a friend, “We didn’t get a girl one, because I don’t want my mama to eat her babies,” which I thought was hilarious, but slightly spot-on: I do eat everyone else’s babies, apparently. But this guy is lucky, he’s no eating rabbit. And I am kind of laughing at the whole Pets or Meat thing, but then again, this is Michigan, where the economy (always) sucks, and I think Michael Moore is more spot-on than not.
Little Edie, our great huntress, oversees the new creature. (Don’t worry: the rabbit chases her, as well as the dog.)
And he’ll need a friend for warmth in the barn, so…we’ll be getting another (boy) rabbit soon.