The loss of a single Rabbit is terrible when you are the one to blame, yet what about the loss of ten? That is a lesson that you won’t soon forget.
On the weekend, Marylin gave birth to a batch of bunnies. Unfortunately, they all died during the night. This is the second time this has occurred and again I blame myself for the tragedy. We had run out of hay for the rabbits a week or so ago. Spring was really giving us some excellent, warm, days… so I kept putting off buying more hay. I figured I would have time on the weekend when I did a bunch of other chores, so I left it for the Saturday.
On Friday last week, the weather really shifted. We had cold days and even snow at higher altitudes. While it was cold, I knew the rabbits would be fine for one night, so I was satisfied to buy the hay on the next morning. I actually made a joke to Kitty that Marylin would probably give birth on Friday night as it was so cold. How right I turned out to be.
In the morning on Saturday I was loading up my trailer with additional junk to take to the trash. I walked past Marylin on my way to get some detritus and I noticed the still figures populating her hutch. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. At first I blamed Marylin… wondering why she couldn’t keep at least one alive. Then I realised it was my fault for being lazy and not buying the hay earlier.
The babies looked great… all wonderful colours and I am sure they would have grown to be great British Giants. Yet now they are dead and I have to learn from my mistakes.