Imagine how lovely it would be if, when you recovered from a recent illness or two, some kind family member purchased you a brand spanking new home. One that didn’t have bits missing where you had chewed a bit too hard, and didn’t smell of wee. Bliss.
A few weeks ago we did such a kind thing for our rabbit. A brand new hutch to replace the one with a collapsing roof and a fair bit of mould.
We had put it together a while back and put some of her straw into it. A gentle introduction if you will. She went in, then promptly came out again. Clearly it didn’t have the wow factor.
Three weeks later and enough is enough. We only have two rabbits so three hutches seemed a little excessive. Paul spent the afternoon taking the old hutch apart, not so ably assisted by the rabbit who refused to move out. As screws were removed she held on in there for dear life.
After a while she tentatively went into the new hutch, ate some of the wood then came out again.
An hour passed until she ventured in again. We acted fast and trapped her in, waiting for her to acclimatise. She started trying to dig her way out. We let her out again.
Another hour later and Paul had taken large sections of the old hutch and fashioned quite a natty planter. Petal got in the planter and looked like she wished to take up residence despite the fact that it has no roof and currently no floor. Clearly she likes the idea of a project.
The day ended and I lured her back into her new home with carrot peel. Let’s hope the whole experience doesn’t stress her out so much she stops eating again. Seriously I know a house move is one of the most distressing life experiences but it’s hard not to be offended. Talk about ungrateful.