Born one month ago, the Bunivere babies are at the utmost of cuteness.
And sweet. Every time I open the hutch door, they all run to the opening looking for scritches. Once in a while, one or another will get booted out the door but they weigh almost nothing so tend to bounce, especially because there is a soft landing of dropped hay under the door. They don't much like the surprise of it, though. If I'm quick enough, I scoop up the dumfounded baby before it knows what happened. If I'm not, it scoots for cover and I have to hustle before bunny panic complicates the catch. Right now, they are at the age where I see them more as a litter than as individuals, but personalities are beginning to emerge. The self chin girl with the white splotch on her face is kind of the leader of the pack. She has been at the head of the line for scritches, attention and food right from the beginning. I'm trying not to attach to any of them individually until I decide which of the silver martens stays here. The lone boy in the bunch does get my notice, though, as he was the shy one and his mother bit the tips of his ears off. So I've cuddled him a bit by himself and now he's right in there with his pushy sisters begging for attention. Bunivere has decided I'm now welcome to give them all the attention I want. It gets her off the hook.



