22/05/2025
Every morning, I go out, I get the chicklets into their kennel (within the run so they can be "with" the flock, but not WITH the flock yet), and I make sure their food and water is good. I open the hen's feeder and check for eggs (consistently up to 2 a day, but sometimes 3 now - should be at 4, and then 6 within the month!).
From there, I go to the bunny barn. And hands down one of my favorite things is seeing all the buns run to the doors. Everyone gets some pats. EVERY. BUN. I check water to make sure no one dumped a bowl or drained a bottle overnight. I make sure everyone has their normal energy and engagement. EVERY. BUN.
And sometimes my knees are screaming, or my hands fight the latches. Most of the time, my heart is pounding because I'm upright and moving. The warmer it gets, the more likely I am to be drenched in sweat within a few minutes and my hands go numb and tingly trying to keep blood in my core as I inappropriately vasodilate...
And I still love it. I still love these little floofs and thank them every day for the sunshine they bring me.
Even when they immediately dump a bowl and soak a fresh litter tray.
Even when they fight nail trims like I'm trying to sn**ch their soul and not keep them just *gasp* groomed.
Even when they escape play areas to find their boyfriend and I have a litter to document their shenanigans 30 days later.
Thanks, bunnies.
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