Our guests at the Bun Zen Center will be returning to their home tomorrow. We will miss them, having got used to their sweet excessively cute presences. We refer to them collectively as "The Precisouses"
Lest Henry and Onyx complain too bitterly about being left behind while their peeps were partying out of the country, The Bun Zen Center is trying to keep morale high with tasty salads; Farmer's Market organic greens supplemented with garden produce.
Here is a one of the fancier offerings: radicchio, parsley, cilantro, mint, kale, mallow flower, nasturtium leaf and flower, borage leaf and flower.
Henry picks a Mallow flower.
Henry noms the Mallow flower.
In case you were wondering I do have written permission to use Henry and Onyx's images in this blog.....
OK, not exactly no mess, but certainly minimal. Awhile back I got three of these from our friends at The Rabbit Haven and they do work remarkably well. Hinged on the bottoms the front wire is bent to fit the sides of the box and is velcroed to the back. There are holes cut in the grid for feeding. When un-velcroed the top swings out and forward for easy hay stuffing. Anything that makes cleaning easier and keeps hay from causing GI stasis in my vacuum gets the maximum number of stars.
She may not have a white cottony tail like somebuns, her's is soft gray on the bottom and jet black on top ( top not shown).
She is fast, never been caught by Sydney, who tries every morning before breakfast as a training exercise.
As a dark agouti her fur is incredibly soft, it's like petting a baby chick, don't be fooled she's serious business.....she survived in an urban setting for a minimum of 3 weeks during the rainy season.
This Chupa, he was surrendered by his family because they were deported back to Taiwan. He is staying with us until his snip-snip on Tuesday, then he will go into foster care. He is convinced I am a member of his species, I am flattered, sort of, but he won't eat my salads! "What's all this dang hippy food? give me my pellets woman!"
Update: last night he ate all his salad, I served it separated on a big plate. I guess he doesn't like his food touching.