bittybirds: the blog

This summer, while Tyler and I were visiting some friends, their young daughter asked, “Do you want a bunny rabbit?” She explained that she was worried about a bunny rabbit she’d been seeing in their yard. It looked like a pet rabbit, not a wild rabbit, and she thought we should catch it. Her parents had seen the bunny, too, and they agreed with her assessment.

At the end of the evening, Ty and I walked out to the car, and what did we see? A sweet little bunny rabbit hopping down the middle of the street. Tyler stealthily followed the bunny and managed to get it moving slowly back towards me and our friends. Finally, it was between me and Tyler. It looked at Ty, looked at me, and decided to try to make a dash past me. But I reached down and gently smooshed the bunny between my hands and the curbing. Our friends came running with a blanket and a box, and set him up in their home to find its owners. We were bunny heroes!

Only thing is, no one in the neighborhood had a missing rabbit. Our friends took him to the vet, who said the bunny was a roughly 2-year-old male. The vet trimmed the bunny’s much-too-long toenails and gave him a clean bill of health. Our friends found the bunny was quite sociable and generally enjoyed human company. They set him up with a palatial cage and found that he readily used the litter box they got for him.

After a good month with no one claiming the bunny, our friends decided it was time to find him a home. Tyler and I had been thinking about getting a bunny a year before, so we decided to adopt the little street bunny.

We named him Sebastian, but sometimes we call him Mr. Bun.