Well, if I can’t have a homestead this winter, then I am going to take it easy! With cold weather approaching I decided I didn’t want the responsibility of snow blowing half the back yard to get the to Angora enclosure – this meant that I would have to bring them inside for the winter. With only three left this wasn’t that big of an issue and I was happy to do so at first…
I have an old male, Jimi, and his daughter and son. Jimi is a perfectly well behaved gentleman who uses a litter box with great precision for a rabbit and doesn’t chew on anything. I was hoping his good house manners would be passed on to his offspring as I set up the kitchen to let them run around. I didn’t want to put them in cages. Jimi continued to be really good with the litterbox but his kids? They pooped and peed everywhere but the litterbox. If this wasn’t bad enough they were messy with literally everything – spilling their food and water, ripping out chunks of fur and leaving it everywhere, finding things to ruin no matter where I put them, and chewing! My God could they chew! I wasn’t amused. I tried to at least encourage them to use the litter box but this only resulted in the female dropping her first litter in the litter box in what would be a great use of puns for an animal. She’s over a year old and had never managed to get pregnant before. I was a bit surprised at the arrival of these little sweater seeds.
This whole event seemed to drive Jimi mad with hormonal frustration and he went completely mental on the the other male despite the fact he’d gotten along with him since his birth over a year previous. Things had come to a head – I needed to do something and fast. So despite my wishes, all three of the little brats are in cages right now. All of these changes seem to have stressed out mama bun and she went from ten or eleven kits to five currently. Still those ones are fat and doing well and it seems right to be bringing in the New Year with new life. It’s a hopeful and beautiful thing.
For now I am deciding what to do with them. I think it’s likely I will re-home the second male, as I apparently have too much testosterone as it is swimming around here, and perhaps I will keep a female or two of the kits and perhaps replace Jimi as the breeding male for someone unrelated. Or there’s a possibility I get out of the Angoras all together, though I don’t feel quite ready for that. The Angoras with Oliver, my Belgian Hare, are all that I have left from my previous farm life. I have just been able to heal emotionally enough lately to actually start enjoying them again, rather than just numbly feeding them every day.
The bunnies are not the end all however, not even here where I can’t do much. Come spring I cannot wait to get my hands in the dirt again, starting a nice garden, even better than last year’s. And on top of the garden I feel it’s a very likely possibility I will start raising quail for meat for the local farmer’s market. I don’t think anyone will raise a fuss about this but we’ll see. I may even have a colony of meat rabbits out there as they aren’t technically livestock, a legal loophole! We’ll see. It’ll keep my homesteading desires tempered while I continue working towards having a place of my own. This particular goal is moving forward this winter at a slower pace than expected but I am still plowing through. I continue to work on a book of funny animal stories from my life that I hope to publish before spring. I will also continue to work towards monetizing my various blogs where I can and perhaps even starting to market my art as I spend these frigid months creating more and sharpening my skills. There’s even a possibility I may start a YouTube channel as a few friends of mine have asked me to start broadcasts that highlight my vast and endless knowledge of absolutely useless historical trivia (and my warped take on them.) So for anyone whose been wondering where I have been lately that is your answer. I am very much still alive, kicking, and trying to achieve the impossible.