I've had rabbits for the last few years, two large ones called Pele and Conker. Sadly, Conker the French lop girl died last year and Pele was left on his own. Rabbits don't fare well as solitary animals, and so I found a rescue not too far away to bond him with another girl. We chose Wendy.
Wendy is a lot smaller than Pele, and is therefore a lot quicker. Quicker to get to the food, quicker to sit in the bowl and quicker to do a runner with her favourite bits. She likes to escape. A lot. Tonight I've had to shovel half my garden back into a hole she's created, and it would seem it's not a hidey hole for her, oh no, it's a hidey hole for a herd of elephants if the size is any indication of her intentions.
A couple of weeks ago I couldn't find her to put her to bed at night. Night was drawing in fast so time was of the essence. She was nowhere to be found, and on a complete whim I looked over the fence.
There she was, sat in next door's garden. Laughing at me.
It took me climbing over all sorts of building materials, being smacked in the face by tree branches I couldn't see because of lack of light to discover she could get round both sides of the neighbour's shed. Having hurtled head first over a pile of something hard and bruise making and quite clearly hovering at thigh level, I was beginning to lose the will to live. The neighbour by now had begun co-ordinating rabbit rescue from the edge of the lawn, and had her niece guarding one side of the shed while Demon guarded the other. Wendy sat in the flowerbed admitting defeat...until I got near enough to be able to grab her and she was off at top speed.
I start my new career in English Rugby next weekend.....
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