This little guy was found in my friends' backyard yesterday evening. I tried saving him from the multitude of dogs in the backyard by relocating him to the front. He looked lost and sad in the front yard, and even hopped up to me whenever I approached him, so I said to hell with the dogs, he might be happier in the backyard in familiar surroundings. Enter Cindy, my greyhound/bunny-killer. I had her in the backyard for less than 5 seconds before she had this little fellow in her mouth and he was making noises like a deranged squeaky toy. (Keep in mind all the other dogs never even knew he was in the yard). Aside from some slobber and perhaps some mild ataxia he seemed unscathed. Of course, I now felt even more guilty, and I once again transported him to the front.
I checked on him several more times and found him consistently re-exposing himself and crawling out from bushes where I'd put him, and gravitating towards the noise and people, me especially. My guilt and his adorableness got the best of me, and I now have a baby bunny living in an old litter box in my bathroom. I'm hoping once he's fully weaned and a bit bigger I will be able to release him back into the wild. Or, at least if I don't think he's going to make it then I can humanely euthanize him and know he's not going to die in the grips of a hawk or my own damn dog.
This will be my first time rehabbing a bunny...I don't have high hopes, but we'll see how it goes!
Anybody want a bunny? :)
