I live in a shared flat - myself, my flatmate and my four beloved bunnies.
The only one who normally stays in my room is my younger female - Moxy - who I've had to seperate from my younger male - Coniglio - for obvious reasons. Moxy is the most laid back and quiet of my bunnies, so she can stay in my bedroom at night without much issue. The others ae all much more active at night, so they stay in the hall or the living room where they can bounce around with waking anybody up.
However, when I'm going through a stressful time (and these last couple of weeks have been my first back at university, so I'm feeling the pinch) it gives me the strangest sense of well-being to move everybody into my room and sit on my bed, where I can see them all, pottering about, doing their bunny-business.
Today I had Coniglio and my older female, Lucy, fixed. I dropped them off at the vet's in the morning before my first lecture and spent the entire day worrying about whether they'd be okay. I know the vet's a half way decent one and he neutered my older male, Robin, a Netherland Dwarf, who's considered smaller than avarage for his breed, without a hitch, so I knew I didn't actually have anything much to worry about. But I did anyway. I lost all seven of Coniglio's brothers and sisters when I tried to hand raise them - Connie was the only one who survived, and that only just, given that his ear was necrosing and got massively infected when he was three weeks old. So now I have a bit of a complex about him dying - and Lucy is my first bunny!love. She was my first rabbit; I adored her from the moment she came into the shelter/petshop where I worked and the thought of losing her makes me feel slightly ill.
So when I got them back, safe, sound and slightly dosey from the vet this afternoon, I was so relieved I might have cried.
But instead, I put my still somewhat aneasthatised buns into their respective cages, moved them into my room, turned down the lights, made them both a nice little nest of hay to lie down in and munch, then pulled Robin and Moxy in too, so they weren't left alone in the hall.
I have two bunnies on my right, another at my feet and one more on my left. And I feel better than I have done in days.
I think it's a nesting thing....
The only one who normally stays in my room is my younger female - Moxy - who I've had to seperate from my younger male - Coniglio - for obvious reasons. Moxy is the most laid back and quiet of my bunnies, so she can stay in my bedroom at night without much issue. The others ae all much more active at night, so they stay in the hall or the living room where they can bounce around with waking anybody up.
However, when I'm going through a stressful time (and these last couple of weeks have been my first back at university, so I'm feeling the pinch) it gives me the strangest sense of well-being to move everybody into my room and sit on my bed, where I can see them all, pottering about, doing their bunny-business.
Today I had Coniglio and my older female, Lucy, fixed. I dropped them off at the vet's in the morning before my first lecture and spent the entire day worrying about whether they'd be okay. I know the vet's a half way decent one and he neutered my older male, Robin, a Netherland Dwarf, who's considered smaller than avarage for his breed, without a hitch, so I knew I didn't actually have anything much to worry about. But I did anyway. I lost all seven of Coniglio's brothers and sisters when I tried to hand raise them - Connie was the only one who survived, and that only just, given that his ear was necrosing and got massively infected when he was three weeks old. So now I have a bit of a complex about him dying - and Lucy is my first bunny!love. She was my first rabbit; I adored her from the moment she came into the shelter/petshop where I worked and the thought of losing her makes me feel slightly ill.
So when I got them back, safe, sound and slightly dosey from the vet this afternoon, I was so relieved I might have cried.
But instead, I put my still somewhat aneasthatised buns into their respective cages, moved them into my room, turned down the lights, made them both a nice little nest of hay to lie down in and munch, then pulled Robin and Moxy in too, so they weren't left alone in the hall.
I have two bunnies on my right, another at my feet and one more on my left. And I feel better than I have done in days.
I think it's a nesting thing....