did you know???

( WARNING! This post is about poo.)

That bunnies eat their own poo?? They do!
It turns out they have two kinds of bunny poo. One full of waste and one kind full of nutrients, that they need in order to survive ...  so hence the whole poo eating thing.

I noticed the other day that dear Henry was spending an exorbitant amount of time “cleaning” his little boy parts, or so I thought.  I then noticed that when he was finished he was chewing… how odd.
A bunny mystery.
I observed him some more and realized he was in fact eating something. hmmm, what could it be??
I showed Claire, she watched him with me and we decided that this must be what henry was doing. We exchanged looks of dismay and shock and a few hysterical girly giggles.
I looked it up and yes, this is in fact, true and here is why and it is all normal and everything. 

Well, all I have to say about it is, Whoa!! Who knew?
I asked my girls and we all agree that we never, ever saw Willa do this. So either we did not notice (yeah, right) or she did it when we were not looking. Maybe in the privacy of her hutch at night. Such a polite girl!
I think I am grossed out about this.  It might be one of those way too much information things---too late now though--- I know.

Maybe I need to try to get my head around thinking of this as recycling or better yet, he is just making his own special “Henry” brand food. Designed special just for him.
Whoa!

This is a test of my love isn’t it?

Henry at home

About three years ago our giant angora Willa died of bone cancer. She was the the best furry (really furry) companion.  She was affectionate and funny and playful.
She would sit and snuggle with the kids and then chase them around their playroom.  She would greet me every morning at the playroom gate and if I did not go over and say hi to her she would sit and thump her back feet until I did.  See...lovely.
So it took awhile for my heart to heal enough to let in another wee furry soul.
It finally did and in waltzes Henry ( alias Kevin from Oregon Flock and Fiber) and he is just as wonderful in his own special way.  He is also affectionate and pretty gifted hopper.
He hops up onto the couch and makes himself all comfy. He goes back into his cage to do his business (way- smart) and he plays ring around your ankles if you stand still for more than a second. He gets so very full of himself that leaps straight up in the air with the joy of being alive.
And if that were not enough… this morning when I was up way too early and in a pretty foul mood; he hopped over, stood up on his hind legs, put his front paws on my leg and laid his head down. Honestly, he had me at the fair when he snuggled in my arms most of the day.  This morning though he wedged his furry little soul deep into my heart.