Bun is going through a moment.
As much as I try to keep up, every day brings new bunny floof that pushes itself out. The most inconsequential hairs, like these:
Become a mountain of floof like this:
Extracting this amount of Bun’s fur requires a fair amount of patience—hers and mine. The extraction process is really an art. I pet her head and back with one hand and at the same time pull on the clumps with my other hand. When she’s on to me, she turns her backside to face me. This is the bunny equivalent of giving the middle finger. As much as I long to continue, I need to pause.
Of course, Bun is unaware of her scraggly appearance. I’m the one who’s hot and bothered over it. If I could just relax and enjoy the season.
She’s still essentially adorable here:
This view, however, is a cry for help:
At least her condition does not dull her appetite:
Ella is also unaware of Bun’s appearance, intent only on her share of Romaine. In the following image, Ella and Bun wait for me to finish preparing Bun’s morning ration of vegetables.
This season will eventually end. Bun will return to her sleek and resplendent self. Can I hold out until then?
Video break
At 15 minutes, this video is on the long side for me. Whereupon I question why I wouldn’t be able to take 15 minutes for such a feast. See if you can watch and listen for the duration without checking your device for something that seems shinier.
What Bun needs but would not tolerate
Reader Bill shared this entertaining video with me about a black-crested titmouse that would not give up on harvesting hair from a sleeping fox.
Despereaux has been shedding like crazy! We have a brush dedicated to him for this purpose. 😁🐇🐰