Ode to an Angora Rabbit

The first time I lost an Angora Rabbit, I was devastated. Lost as in he died, not as in I couldn’t find him. That was early on into my relationship with these interesting creatures; now I know how fragile they really are. I feel sad when one of my little long eared furry friend dies, but it’s not a shock. [Read more…]

Angora Rabbits in Winter

How do you know it’s officially winter? Here at the “tree”, it’s officially winter when I have to bring the water bottles in to defrost at night. I think the rabbits, which I call “my buns” actually like this, as they get their water in a bowl, which they much prefer. Then the bottles go out in the morning, nice and warm, and the cycle repeats. [Read more…]