The Barn

John and I have wanted a shed for some time now. Recently it dawned on me that I might be able to find an affordable one on Craigslist. Turns out you can but you have to act fast. After a couple sheds slipped through our fingers we were able to buy this little 7x4x3 beaut for a quarter of what a new one costs. It is a couple of years old and in great shape. 

We have had this sitting in pieces on the side of the house for a month now while we got the backyard straightened up. John and I were able to get it together in about an hour yesterday. We will use it to store feed, hay, bedding, tools and other animal accoutrements so I am calling it the barn. The urban farm barn.  

Duncan "Dunk-Punk"

 

We gave Duncan the nickname Dunk-Punk the day he came home with us and he has lived up to it ever since. I think he has rabbit ADHD. The recent infusion of testosterone in his little body has not helped any.  Duncan reached maturity about a month ago and went from pesky to aggressive. I have given more time-outs to this bunny then I have every given to my daughter.

 

 

 

Last week Duncan had his bunny berry removal surgery. To us the term bunny berries means bunny poop and bunny boy bits. I think you know which one I am referring to in this case. Duncan came through surgery like a champ with no complications. .

I decided to let Duncan out today for the first time in a week to stretch his legs. It didn't last long. He caused one fight, took a chunk of fur out of Angel and mounted his brother Charlie so back to the bunny condo he went. He is going to have to be exercised on his own for a month of two to let the testosterone leave his system.  He is definitely a punk but we love him.

Handsome Bunny

Charlie "Char-Char"

Sweet Charlie is 4 months old now and is becoming quite the fuzz ball. Charlie had to have a hare cut (get it!) this week because his fine baby hair was so matted from Duncan jumping all over him. He has a nice cool buzz cut that looks like I came at him with a weed whacker. Poor thing. Now that the boys have their own cages I should not have to trim him down again. Charlie's brother is heavily under the influence of testosterone right now but it does not seem to be effecting Charlie yet. Hopefully he will stay our sweet boy a bit longer.

Farm Dog

I call Tucker my guard dog because he never leaves my side.  He sleeps by my bed and follows me everywhere. Tucker keeps me company when I go out to the pet pen to feed the animals. He will walk the perimeter of the pen, keeping watch. I'd like to think he is watching for any potential dangers but In reality he is probably looking for someone/thing to play with. 

The rabbits have gotten used to him being around and a couple have even let him come close enough for a sniff inspection. Tucker is currently fascinated with the chickens. He's not really sure what to make of them but he knows he wants to give them kisses. Badly. Poor Tuck has to wait in the house while the chickens are out of the coop because they have made it pretty clear they do NOT want kisses.

At 13 Tuck is getting to be an old man but he still aspires to one day become a full time lap dog. At 45 pounds I don't see that happening but he can be my guard dog anytime!

New Digs

The girls have moved out of the house! They are 7 weeks old now and fully feathered so they are able to handle the outdoors.  We buried hardware mesh under a boarder of large bricks and then filled the bottom of the coop with sand. I was going to bury cinder blocks under the edge of the coop but I couldn't find any around town. There are padlocks on each point of entry to keep raccoons out and I fortified the bottom of the nesting box. I hope they are safe from anything that digs and anything with thumbs. The girls have a heat lamp inside to keep them warm at night and I have blankets on two sides to block the wind. Even with gusting winds this morning the girls were happily exploring their new digs and hunting for num nums.