Friday Flash 55 #4

A close call. My patient brought her 6 year old son. She needed time alone with the acupuncture needles.  I lured him out with books. After reading one about fish the next was The Velveteen Rabbit. I started tearing up around the time the rabbit got real...luckily it was time to check on mom.

This is Hermes he was my foster rabbit for much of last year. He is a Rex rabbit.
Rex's have no undercoat resulting is fur like velvet(een).
He did find his forever home and you can read about it HERE.
You can find out more about rescue rabbits and the Rabbit Haven HERE

Friday Flash 55 is the brain child of the Gman HERE

Hermes and His Bunwife

The happy couple,

I don't even know her name!

Over Due and New

First and foremost I have been having fun with ANALOG filters and frames.

This is the first photo I Analogged, I was feeling nostalgic for Hermes. At long last I received a photo of Hermes with his new bunwife, unfortunately is was a poor print out so I can't share it. Well, I guess I could, maybe in my next post.

And here is an Analogged Harriet, this photo was, in sense, saved by the filter with brought out the darks, before the whole thing was very monochromatic. Harriet has been living on her own between main pens. Sydney has always chased her, but recently Harriet has been thumping out it. I am hoping it is somehow a step to combining her with Amelia.

And here she is, I love what happened to this photo. Already a strange one now it looks like a Victorian portraits.

And Sydney, we almost lost Sydney on Friday. Thursday evening she skipped her greens but seemed fine otherwise, it is something she sometimes does with no ill effect. Friday morning she still seemed to not be eating, but I had to go to work. By the afternoon she was getting cold and lethargic. I made an appointment with a rabbit vet I did not know. Her temp was 92, rabbits should be over 100 up to 105. There were no blocks in her stomach, but it is dangerous to feed a cold rabbit. Towels warmed on the heater did the trick, she perked up, had some assist feeding and by midnight was boxing with Amelia through the fence.

Tyler as art bun and ladies man.

Our second foster, did I not say no more fosters? this is Bernadette. She is full of piss and vinegar. The most vocal rabbit I have met, honking, grunting, whimpering. The vet could find anything wrong with her lungs, which I wondered might explain some of her noises, and thought it most likely "behavioral". She'll be appearing on Disapproving Rabbits sometime this week, and that will probably be the only thing she approves off.

And finally Radish, he is getting more friendly and decided he loves to be petted, we are working on being picked up and carried...

Next time: Rabbit Massage, Hermes and His Bunwife and whatever happened to the Water Dragon?

Hermes Finds a Home

Early on Hermes proved an interesting

photography subject.

Six months ago I took in a rabbit for Rabbit Haven with the understanding it would only be for a day or two, maybe three. The little half grown Rex had just been neutered and was sore and scared. He had been caught pilfering some one's garden. That was the story, why such a scoundrel would be given over to the Haven with a special towel and a name is odd. His name was Torrie. We re-named him Hermes, his gold ears looked like the wings on Hermes' helmet and his white slender athletic limbs lent him the air of Greek statue.

He began to enjoy being held and tooth purred

soon after being picked up

His first adoption show was a disaster, he cowered in the corner entire time and if someone did pick him up he stiffened up and tried to crawl away over their shoulder. It was clear that socialization was called for. I moved him into the kitchen and picked him up and held him two or three times a day. Often we would watch Hell's Kitchen or Master Chef on my laptop, excellent for desensitization and I picked up cooking tips from time to time. He was consulted often, healthy treats and pets abounded. My son also took to picking Hermes up and sitting with him. He knew his name and his nicknames, Little Guy, The Hermermermers, and if he was in his box house, on hearing his name shot out like a cartoon clock cuckoo.

Hermes enjoyed his time outside

in the Blueberry Bunny Park.

He saw the household through the deaths of my father and then my brother, through memorials and reunions. We considered him family. Whenever he went to adoptions shows something happened that threw him off his game. I took extra measures to keep him happy at shows. I brought him to the show myself, rather than accepting a ride for him with other bunnies, and held him until he was relaxed. I outfitted his pen with his little mat from home. Improvement was evident. Still the right person was not showing up. I learned of a product called Happy Pet from a woman who boarded her rabbit with us. Formulated from flower and gemstone essences it helps animals feel calm and uplifted. I put drops in Hermes' water dish and sprayed him with it. I sprayed his pen at the adoption shows too. He responded well to it and his shows improved more. Still he was dogged by bad luck. Even if he was calm and beautiful, no one wanted a white rabbit or the rabbit next door to him was very showy, so everyone was fixated on that rabbit. One time the rabbit next door, a Dutchie female, jumped into his pen and attacked him; not a good time for him. During the big Aptos rescue those rabbits were given priority and Hermes stayed home. I had bad ideas about keeping him and trying to bond him in with my four, wicked day dreams of an impractical person.

He knew his destiny lay beyond the fence.

Far away in a county called Marin a Dutch female pined, saddened by the death of her mate three months prior. Using her not insignificant powers of persuasion she got her human to drive to the Rabbit Haven adoption show in Santa Cruz, she knew her prince was there. She had heard via the Daily Dutch News that there was a handsome white Rex who wasn't not much of a fighter, but had the golden ears of enumerable rabbit legends. At the show her human brought her boy bun after boy bun, she rejected each one. Couldn't the fool see that these were not the golden eared one? finally there was but one male rabbit left, Hermes. He saw her in all her black and white glory and immediately feel in love. Once the Dutchie was convinced that he was indeed her destiny, she too was happier than happy. Of course, I cried my eyes out, silly impractical heart will miss him, even if the brain says it is better this way.

Fail

Hermes the foster has been to four adoption shows and met two lady buns and come home from each one having refused to engage or has acted too terrified to move. In my kitchen he is a happy fellow, a snuggle bun, beauteous and sweet....

Hermes The Foster

Hermes is having his bed time snuggle,

he is going to make someone a wonderful forever bun.

Of Rabbit Lives and Loves

Hermes, very, very comfortable........

Humphrey and Spuds in a bonding session, did I mention that their human wanted them bonded? OK I did suggest it, it seemed like a natural thing to happen away from home and all. The session went quite well, the DS helped with supervision and petting.

I Said...

I said I couldn't take fosters, I said I wouldn't take fosters, I said this because I know in my heart I would want to keep the foster, now there is a little Rex boy living in the kitchen waiting for his forever home.

This is Hermes.

Oh did I say I've taken out the kitchen table and chairs to make room for him? no, problem, really, I'll just sit on this footstool and use this teeny folding table for my computer.

No, no we don't need a table to eat off of, no, not at all. Rabbits are more important, after all humans survived for millions of years without kitchen tables, they are hardly a necessity for survival.

Apologies for spotty posting, I've been rather distracted and busy with some family matters. See HERE.