Write Stuff is my weekly linky where I invite bloggers to link up posts about a topic each week. This week, we’re talking pets. I’d love to meet your finned, feathered or furred babies.
Allow me to introduce you to my second baby.
My bunny Bolt Princess Fluffybum Monsieur Lapin is a big part of our lives. He is allegedly a dwarf mini lop, but isn’t particularly dwarf-like. When he is stretched out, he appears to be twice his size.
He just makes me happy when I watch him performing his bunny ballet pirouettes across the lawn, and when I find him curled up asleep in the pot plants, or even when he eats the lavender and the gardenias.
He is possibly the most spoilt bunny rabbit in the history of bunny rabbits, but we think he deserves it. Sadly, the Welshman is allergic to bunnies as well as cats, so Bolt is mostly an outside bunny. However, he lives in splendour in a two storey hutch with a ramp and a white picket fence.
His hutch has a bedroom and dining room upstairs, and downstairs is his ensuite bathroom, his sofa and more snacks.
We run an ongoing battle with the local mynah birds, who have decided he is their source of food. Bolt is not a fan of mynah birds, and loves to chase them off. A draped teatowel over the open hutch door is enough to dissuade even the most persistent of birds. I once came home to find a dove happily ensconced nesting in his bedroom!
Baby Bolt
He is absolutely in love with the Welshman. I’m his food source, so of course he loves me, but I’m also the one who rearranges his hutch when I clean it (bunnies are not fond of this), and the one who takes him to the vet (Bolt is particularly not fond of this), and the one who brushes him and de-dags him (absolutely not a fan of this – either of us). However, the merest hint of the Welshman venturing outside and Bolt races towards him, and follows him around the garden like a little puppy dog. It’s absolutely adorable. He particularly loves to sit on the Welshman’s feet. Boyo says that Bolt thinks Daddy’s feet are his girlfriend!
Even bunnies go grey in middle age
I am also the proud parents to some White Cloud Mountain Minnows. It turns out that what I wanted, what I really really wanted, for my birthday was in fact a fish tank. I was somewhat nonplussed at the time, but I’ve grown to love the peaceful bubbling of the waterfall filter and marvel at how truly little a fish actually eats. Compared to their size it’s fairly substantial, however.
Did you know how you work out how to feed fish? You put some feed in the water and what they eat in two minutes is how much they need to be fed. It’s a bit of an imprecise science, and it took a week or so before our fish would eat in front of us, but we’ve figured it out. About one flake per fish is enough. You know what they say about not eating something bigger than your head? Doesn’t apply to fish.
Thank you for taking the time to meet my other babies. I’d love to meet yours!
