Do you spy Lady Betty, our farm matriarch?
In the beginning the bunnies lived in the barn, corralled by a small gate. They're "litter-box trained," which is sort of nice, but not entirely foolproof, so I am happy the chicken run, or Camp Whoop-Up, is complete. Maria and I spruced up the rabbit hutch, and added a fresh coat of paint. Now they live in the hutch, secure in the run. And regularly, we bring them out onto the lawn for bouncing, hopping, and other bunny pleasures.
Everyone seems to be settling in quite nicely at Camp Whoop-Up. There is running water, shade, security, and the constant company of chickens, goats, and bunnies. We even had a giant grasshopper come by. (Hmmmm... haven't seen him lately. I did warn him about curious hens.) Most thankfully, we are loving the peace of mind the new installation provides us. The other night, when the coyotes came calling, my anxiety was brief, fleeting... the run, with it's covered roof, and 1" by 1/2" hardware cloth is one sturdy fortress. Inara and Malcolm may be timid and mild bunnies, but we hope they will soon realize they are home, loved, and safe.