dragonladyleanne
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I went to a small livestock swap yesterday, hoping to swap one or both of my spotted boys for a silver (Argent-like)doe, but instead did the "buy a cage, get a free rabbit" deal again. She has the eye circles and solid ears with a backbone stripe (in light brown rather than black) that Patches and George have, but no nose color or spots down her sides. She is also a little "racier" body shape than either of them. We had debated what to call her: Stripe was considered, but it doesn't have the same "ring" to it as a name that Spot and Patches do. This morning, I was thinking about the "mole" spot she has next to her nose on one side, and toying with the name Star as I walked out to gather spiderwort. The church bells were ringing, and my dog came dancing up to me and running back and forth trying to get me to go to the rabbit garage. I think she believes the rabbits are HERS, she definitely wanted me to "come see the new baby"! So I did, and I said "good morning Stripe" . . . nothing. "Hello Star" . . . no reaction. "Belle"? She hopped over and sniffed me! So her name is Belle! Pix soon.
Oh, and she has the same "rex" fur as George, so I guess she is his G/F once I get more organized. I am determined to have NO MORE UNPLANNED pregnancies! I took Quartz (my 3/4 Argent, 1/4 SF doe) back to her breeder to get rebred, since she was sold to me as pregnant, and didn't kindle. It was rainy and they live on a hill (not much of one, it's Flat Florida), so the man and my husband took Quartz up to the barns while I chatted with Tara, as my shoes weren't up to the trek. While chatting, we heard gunfire rather near, a frequent problem in areas like that ("we always hunted in these woods", but the woods are now only a half acre surrounded by mini-farms and new subdevelopments), and the fellow comes down saying "bad news" with my rabbit tucked head hidden under his arm like a football. I thought he was going to say she'd been shot! But it seems that is just how he holds rabbits. The "bad news" was that she was open, and even very interested in their youngest Argent buck, but HE "didn't know what to do" and all the other bucks said it was toooooo hot! So they said "leave her here for a wild weekend in sin, we'll get her bred by one of them"! :lol: She'll have a new apartment when I pick her up, as we are almost done with the new hutches.
Oh, and she has the same "rex" fur as George, so I guess she is his G/F once I get more organized. I am determined to have NO MORE UNPLANNED pregnancies! I took Quartz (my 3/4 Argent, 1/4 SF doe) back to her breeder to get rebred, since she was sold to me as pregnant, and didn't kindle. It was rainy and they live on a hill (not much of one, it's Flat Florida), so the man and my husband took Quartz up to the barns while I chatted with Tara, as my shoes weren't up to the trek. While chatting, we heard gunfire rather near, a frequent problem in areas like that ("we always hunted in these woods", but the woods are now only a half acre surrounded by mini-farms and new subdevelopments), and the fellow comes down saying "bad news" with my rabbit tucked head hidden under his arm like a football. I thought he was going to say she'd been shot! But it seems that is just how he holds rabbits. The "bad news" was that she was open, and even very interested in their youngest Argent buck, but HE "didn't know what to do" and all the other bucks said it was toooooo hot! So they said "leave her here for a wild weekend in sin, we'll get her bred by one of them"! :lol: She'll have a new apartment when I pick her up, as we are almost done with the new hutches.