Harvey Bunny’s Blog

Please do remember to look out for our feathered friends whilst all this snow is around.

• Make sure feeders are kept filled.
• If you have a compost heap clear the show from it so Robins and others can find bugs/worms.
• Keep bird baths defrosted for birds to drink/bath in

Thanks to my nice soft fur coat I am able to enjoy going out in the snow. Like earlier in the year I have had good fun making piles of snow in my run and watching to see what they do, which it has to be said is normally not a lot!

This time I have also been having fun hopping round in the snow making interesting patterns which seems to keep my pet amused. I have not told him what the patterns mean yet and he does not seem to have worked it out.

What is annoying though is that all the patterns I have spent hours over the last few days making have now been stolen by more snow! So I am now busy making the patterns again, I wonder if this time the pet will work them out?

Well it seems there were no less than four young Short Eared Punk hanging around. So I kept nagging the pet and he kept puttting food out for them and finally one by one they found corners in the garden to hibernate in, they do keep popping out of hibernation but I am told, by the pet, that this can happen with any Short Eared Punk Bunny and not just the little iddy biddy ones.

I don’t really get the point of hibernating as this means that the world is deprived of your presence for several months each year and it seems to me that it would be a great shame for all concerned if I was not around to make the world a brighter place throughout the year.

My pet says to keep an eye out for liddle short eared punk bunnies, which he calls hedgehogs, they will apparently start hibernating in a few weeks and this year there have been some very late litters. Some of the very the liddle ones may need some feeding. DO NOT give them milk as SEPB’s are lactose intolerant and it will make them ill. Raisins, currents and chopped peanuts are good for them and will not attract feral cats, in any case a lot of cat and dog food does not have enough protein in it for them. (With peanuts do make sure you chop them up please). They will also like a bowl of water please.

For those of you who like purdy cats see the website htt://www.felinenetwork.org.uk which belongs to a friend of mine.

My pet seems to have had a very odd day today.

When he got up, having watched all of about ten minutes of TV at the weekend and having, on Discovery, seen an advert for their Bank Holiday special stuff he had convinced himself it was a Bank Holiday today. Now even when he did not work for himself he was more than a bit disorganised about such things and would often turn up for work complaining about the lack of his normal early morning train when no one else did.

He realised it was not a Bank Holiday when having broken his last drill of a certain size he had set off for the DIY store to find on the way his preferred local independent hardware shop was open. So the conversation went something like.

My Pet -Do you have any 1/4 inch HSS drills in stock?
HW Shop man – Nope I’ll get some in for you for tomorrow sir.
My Pet – Thanks, I’m surprised you are open on a Bank Holiday.
HWSM – It is not a Bank Holiday sir.
My Pet – Oh. [Leaves and closes door]
HWSM – Pillock. [Adds 50% to price of drills]

Later when doing a web site for someone he knows the door bell rang. Now we don’t get many unexpected visitors and the expected ones know to just come in via the side door so he was actualy surprised it still works. The door bell that is the side door obviously works.

My Pet – [Opens door to find a young woman wearing a smartish suit can carrying some brouchers] – Hello, can I help you?
YW – Hello sir I am from Xyz company we are selling a range of quality self aseembly furniture I wonder if you would be interested?
My Pet – Probably not I am a cabinaet maker. [Friends of his keep nagging him that saying he is a carpenter makes him sound like he works on building sites and as he says he don't get paid that well]
YW – Well our furniture is of much higher quality than you will find in B&Q or Ikea, what style of furniture would you be interested in?
My Pet – Er, well prefer solid Oak or Beech which is fully jointed. Not really interested in flat pack veneered MDF from a factory thank you.
YW – Well sir I am sure you will find our range compares favourably with that and at prices that will please you, can I come in and show you our rage?
My Pet – Well I am not interested at all as I said I am a cabinet maker.
YW – Yes sir and I am sure that means you appreciate quality furniture when you see it.
My Pet – No that means I make wibbly furniture.
YW – Oh.
[Long awkward pause]
My Pet – What did you think a cabinet maker made then?
YW – Coffins.
My Pet – Oh.
[longer pause]
YW – Well I can see you are busy, maybe I could leave you some leaflets in case you have some friends who would be interested.
My Pet – If they were good enough friends for me to make suggestions as to furniture, they would ask me to make it for them.
YW – I suppose so.
[yet another long pause]
My Pet – Well I hope you have better luck in the rest of the street.
YW – Thanks and have a nice day.
My Pet – Bye. By the way it is not a Bank Holiday today.

About half an hour later we saw the same lady walking past as I had a wander round the front garden. Like a lot of people are she was a bit surprised to see such a handsome and cute bunny hopping around.

Last we heard the sales lady was looking for a good therapist.

They tell me that it is important to make sure pet humans have an interesting and varied diet. So today I had the best bit of a cauliflower and let my pet use the left overs to make himself something called cauliflower cheese. ‘Tis remarkable how inventive these human pets are and their ability to turn the nasty fluffy white bits into something sort of edible.

Yesterday, because someone from my Facebook page had requested it, my pet tried to shoot some video of me having my lunch. I was not too keen on this at first and refused to come out of the hutch so as to make his life difficult. that was until the daft fella left his iddy biddy camera in the run while fetching me some Parsley… Unfortunatly he had forgotten to turn on the mic on the main camera so the video has no sound…

Enjoy.

Food is always good but good food is better. So as to keep my pet on his toes I tend to vary what veg I like to eat and if I am going to eat the grass or some hay. One thing I always like though is apples which my pet does give me each day. Or at least he did give me one each day.

The other day as he was going to be away for a day or so my pet gave me a few apples and told me not to eat them all at once. As if I would. I am a sensible bunny and I like to save food that I like so I can have some later.

The other good thing about apples is they have more than one use and make great toys before you eat them. Of course once you have eaten them they don’t tend to work so well as toys….

Me and my apple

I am told by my pet that the odd fluffy feathered friends are babies that will grow up to look like all the other featehred friends. I am not sure if he is right as it seems they are bigger, noisier and more active than the grown up ones. But there again it is not unknown for my pet to have the most outlandish theories..

Talking of which I am now not talking to him. As the weather is now warmer I am shedding a lot of my fur and the pet does insist on combing me on a daily basis, which annoys me.

Today he popped down the shops when I was expecting a combing and came back with some carrots, which I do like, as well as some spiky thing with a handle on it.

I didn’t know about brushes…..

I do now.

Over the past few weeks I have noticed that there are more of the little feathered friends around. The new comers though don’t look like the rest as they have less colour and are a bit fluffier.

What does amuse me is that the new ones are very lazy, they don’t fly around getting their own food but instead sit in one spot, waggling their wings and making a lotof noise. The feathered friends that have always been here respond to this by fetching them food and passing it to them.

I mean how lazy can you get, they don’t even try to get their own food but expect others to do it for them. You would never catch me being so lazy….

Now where is Sealy with my dinner?

Sealy, who I keep as a pet, has it seems got himself his own little pet, this he keeps in a small hutch that he carries around with him all day, so the poor old pet has no getting away from him.

He has not told me what he is going to call his pet so I have named it after the noise it makes, it is called ding ding and Sealy seems pleased when ding ding talks to him for some reason, as he then taps ding dings hutch with a smile on his face.

It is not that difficult to get one over on Sealy, he is after all as daft as a brush or as mad as a box of frogs.

It is though not often anything gets one over on me, the last thing that did was that snow that betrayed me. Well apparently it seems the snow passed on a few tips to the grass when it was covering it up.

As fans of the blog will know I have been, apparently, refusing the pick my own grass and make Sealy pluck it for me. Late last week I was emphasising his lack of good housekeeping in the run by hopping over the taller stalks of grass in a bid to get him to notice. Now actually new grass is kind of yummy so I have been carefully eating the grass from around the edges of the run as Sealy only sees the grass from the hutch side and I doubt he will have noticed the strips of closely cropped grass where I have been noshing.

Today though he has told me I have been caught out as the grass outside the run is much taller than the grass inside it and that grass he mowed with the artificial electric orange bunny a few weeks ago.

Sealy is not it seems as daft as he looks.

I did not know that.

I do now.

I will just have to get smarter.

The grass inside the run

Sealy (the Fug) Fella does not normally feed me any processed food apart from some rabbit pellets which he has checked out for additives. Instead I get fresh veg and each day he ill give me one of what I regard as a treat item.

So today I was surprised when he came home with a box of “Egg Biscuits” which us Bunnies are supposed to like.

As it looked good I grabbed it off him and munched it before he had a chance to take the odd looking rectangular thing from out of it… Hmmmm cardboard, tastes lovely.

These taste nice, not sure about the blocky thing though

When I sent Sealy Fella to the shops earlier in the week he did a half decent job for a change, though he did forget the sprouts again! But despite the absence of sprouts food has been a lot better this week than most weeks when it is generally very good anyway.

Got the now normal swede, which I do like making Sealy dice just right as it does annoy him, some spinach and a few new things, including some yummy big floppy green leafy tings which are great. So great in fact I am doing my normal two rounds in one sitting routine, which just involves me snaking them into what was supposed to be the sleeping bit to hide them and make Sealy fetch me some more. He is way too daft to realise even I could not eat that much that quickly and it always seems to work.

So Sealy gets one point for effort on the food front.

My Feathered Friends do seem to be running him ragged though. The compost heap has now become more of a fast food joint where they get served up a regular supply of wriggly sticks. Eric, the Robin (who Sealy thinks is a hat) is the ring leader and he nags Sealy into digging up a good supply of wriggly sticks, which Eric seems to like. Once Sealy goes some black Feathered Friends hop down from where they queue up on the shed and help themselves to wriggly sticks.

Now it does seem that my Feathered Friends have the upper hand on Sealy so they also get a point. I do think though they should not give Sealy such a hard time, not because it is wrong, but because that is my job.

Why do I get two points? Don’t be daft I award the points….

When I lived with the nice people from the RSPCA, I had a nice big wooden hutch which was good to stretch out in and kept me warm and dry. The lovely people who looked after me there would sometimes take me out of the hutch to give me a cuddle or allow visitors to get to know me better. Then the world was a big enough place for me and everything had its place.

In that world I could see other bunnies living in their worlds and from time to time I would get another bunny to share my world, not that I got on with other bunnies that well and preferred to have the world to myself.

Then when I adopted Sealy (the Fug) Fella he made me a nice big wooden hutch in which to live and also set aside part of the garden so as I could go out and sit on the grass without getting disturbed by other critters that were passing by. This was a much bigger world and it took me sometime to realise I could use it all.

This new world does have some other critters in it and around it, the mices that live under the hutch sometimes pop in to see me and I share my food with them. I did not like the flying mices but the one that tried to share my hutch has now left me alone.

Once I had settled in Sealy started to alllow me to go outside of the run and explore the rest of the world outside of it. There is a nice big garden which on most sides goes to the edges of the entire world, though I hear rumours that the neighbours live behind the fence at the edge of the world it is only Eric the Robin that tells me about this and apart from embarassing Sealy, Eric is not the most sensible feathered friend so I am not sure.

I also sometimes go down the side of Sealy’s hutch which forms most of the other edge of the world, down the drive. The drive is scary and all sorts of odd, but interestig, but sometimes scary, noises come from down the end of the drive.

The great thing about the drive is that sometimes it has things called postmen, postwomen or couriers walking down it and they are good fun to try and be friends with. Mind you they are not very sociable and most leave very quickly when I bump them with my head to say hello. Sealy has told me not to chase couriers or the post people, but as with everthing Sealy says I just ignore him.

The best thing about the drive is that sometimes friends of Sealy walk down it to visit me. I am not sure where they come from though as they do not seem to live in Sealy’s hutch, maybe he keeps them iside his hutch secretly in big boxes, who knows?

At the end of the drive is just black, this is a void at the end of the world and I am not sure I trust it.

Of course it could be there is more world out there, but at the moment I am happy with the world as big as it is.

Me checking that the black void at the end of the world has not changed

Sealy likes me to have a varied diet, as this is apparently good for me.

So when I go out into the garden I like to add a little colour to my diet and so I munch a few flowers.

As I am just a bunny and have the feeble male version of the thinking box I do like to have simple rules, Sealy though seems to have different rules about different flowers.

Some yellow flowers I am allowed to eat, in fact Sealy seems to like me eating them, others he gives me a dirty look for eating and if he is near me he picks me up and moves me away from.

Anyway I have solved the problem now, when he was not watching earlier I eated all the yelow flowers that he gets upset seeing me eat as now he wont have to see me eat them again.

Makes sense to me.

A yellow flower Sealy does not like me eating

Yellow flowers I am allowed to eat

When I first took Sealy (the Fug) Fella on as my new pet I was a bit on the wide side and he at first was a bit concerned about my diet, so only gave me enough food for a meal a few times a day, as well as a good supply of hay.

As in my new home I am able to bound around the run when I like and I also get to go out in the garden at least once a day I am now a much healthier Bunny and am working on my six pack now so as to impress visitors and scare off couriers.

So now Sealy gives me enough food to keep me going all day and I do like to make sure he gives me a good variety, I do like to change what I like each day as it keeps him on is toes and makes sure he pays me plenty of attention. Yesterday it was carrots, dandelion leaves and string beans, today I feel like diced swede, spinach and dandelion leaves. Opps I seem to have slipped up on the dandelion leaves, must insist on flowers tomorrow.

One thing I do like to do, as it keeps Sealy busy, is be demanding about how my food is presented. Swede has to be diced and both slices or sticks of swede get thrown out, or at Sealy, well sort of at Sealy, my aim is not very good. See Swede cubes do not taste the same as swede sticks and swede slices are just plain daft, more like plates than food. I have though let him off on the sprouts and now accept sliced sprouts and don’t make him peel all the leaves off one by one. This is not because I am getting soft, but just that Sealy was way too lazy to peel enough sprouts!

Not sure I am enjoying this sudden change in the weather as it is a bit too hot and I still have my winter coat on, I am getting rid of this but being a very fluffly bunny it is taking time.

Sealy when he comes out to see me, somethimes hums me a tune or sings me a song, which is nice even if I have not yet worked out how to join in.

Today he seems to have got a classic Seeger song slightly wrong though, which is not like him as for songs he has not made up himself he likes to get the words right.

I am sure though that the line that follows “Where have all the flowers gone?” is not “In the damn Wabbit every one”.

Anyway it is not right as there is at least two flowers in the garden at the moment and it was I that eated their friends not a Damn Wabbit, whatever that is.

In embarassing me by adding that video to my last blog entry, Sealy (the Fug) Fella has scored two own goals by forgetting what shoes he was wearing.

Well spotted Pat & Georgie!