You don't expect to get spots,
You don't get the urge to throw yourself head first on a bouncy castle
And you don't expect to be owning your first rabbit.
Mary, the disabled rabbit seems to be going from strength to strength.
Admittedly her life is a small one
A dry hay bed
A nice selection of bunny food
And a view of a field, a lane and the excitement of passing traffic.
It is a small life.
I have been thinking about the ethics of looking after a wild creature in such conditions. Her leg remains fairly useless, and so her survival chances within the Darwinian world of the hedgerows would be brief...
It's a knotty question
What would joy Adamson do I wonder?
I got home late last night after Samaritans and took William out for a quick pee break
We looked over the field gate and saw Mary, sitting up in her hutch, eager and alert and safe.
She looked happy enough..that is if rabbits can actually look happy.....and as we watched her nibble
Contentedly on some donated greenery...I thought to myself...even Joy Adamson wouldn't dare to whistle " BORN FREE" in my general direction.
I am 51
And the rabbit stays....