Part III of Bunny Series, see Run-Away Bunny
Two days is all it took for a pet rabbit to realize an animal hutch made of wood and wire ain’t such a bad place to call “home.”
Spent two cold and windy nights in the snow. Could have burrowed anywhere, dug beneath any garden rock, landscape log or 2-foot high snowdrift.
Not much food. Not much security. Not much sense.
That’s probably why the bunny, affectionately called “Cwazy Rabbit” jumped into his cage yesterday, just after I put away the chickens and the sombitch rooster and whistled for the rabbit’s attention.
Didn’t need any coaxing. We didn’t play his little game of “catch me” which we normally play trying to chase the critter from one end of the yard to the other, with him dodging and weaving and squeezing through the tightest spots, only to end up going into his cage after a healthy romp. It’s gotta be a game to him. He really seems to like it. It’s something I think that I would do if I was a rabbit — Play.
But, no time for play this afternoon. He hopped right into the hutch and immediately began to feed on his crunchy mix — happy and content, I hope, to have such a two-day (two-night) adventure completed and now part of his life’s experience.
“Inner wisdom” is what my friend Steven Goodheart called the rabbit’s guiding light to get back home. Sounds like something we all could seek and follow. Cwazy Wabbit may not be so crazy after all.