Sunday, March 26, 2006

Monday Bunday


Happy Monday Bunday from Baxter.


She actually sat still for five minutes so I could get her photo.


Beautiful Ms. Baxter


Twizzle gives Greyton a good grooming. It's good to be the King.


Typical Sunday Afternoon, Twizzle is lounging in the doorway of his house.


The Handsome Mr. Twizzle.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Jack Rabbit the Ripper...

Scandal amongst the Pratt Bunnies today. Yesterday, I was sitting on the floor petting Twizzle and I noticed he was keeping his head down a lot more than usual. I lifted him up and there his neck was bleeding a little.

Now Twiz likes to lick his dewlap under his chin and grooms it a lot. Sometimes he gets in that mood where he licks most of the fur away. We noticed he was doing this last week. So we figured that he rubbed it raw to the point where it was bleeding a little. We were worried about infection,so he went to the vet first thing today.

We have a great vet for the bunnies. He really understands the rabbits well. The doctor looked at it and cleaned it up but said the wound wasn't caused by excessive grooming.

It was a bite mark. (Dun Dun Dun music)

The last few days Twizzle has been a little more subservient to Greyton than usual.
Well, it would appear that the bunny I always tout on here as the sweetest gentlest little critter-Mr. Greyton L. Hare dished out some whup-ass on his little bunny buddy. Greyton is Jack rabbit the Ripper. (dun dun dun)

Shocked! Shocked we tell you! Now at night, they sometimes will get in "moods" where there is a little chasing and amorous behavior. Sometimes it gets nasty , but Twizzle is usually the one to bite Greyton to leave him alone. I guess one night it got a little too rough between them. Great ,just my luck I got BDSM Bunnies.I swear, if I come home one day and Greyton is wearing leather ear socks I am seeing a psychiatrist.


The vet estimated it happened a few days ago, but Twizzle being a little on the tubby side (He's 8.75 pounds) his fat rolls kind of covered up the wound. It hasn't affected his eating habits, because he's been Mr. Salad Bar all week.

Well, he got cleaned up by the nice vet and is on antibiotics for 2 weeks. Medicine he ABSOLUELY HATES. Givin it to him is so much fun. Thanks Greyton.

Greyton is giving us the stinkeye for giving Twizzle all this extra attention, poor little guy. Well we'll have to maybe seperate the two of them at night. But also our computer cable had some recent gnaw marks too, I belive it may be a crime spree. Or Greyton may be taking his role as rock-n-roll DJ BunnyBoy a little too far.(Shameless plug) What a punk.

Right before I wrote this I went to go check on them, they are snuggled together. I guess all is HARE in love and war.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Monday Bunday


Twizzle and Greyton...another day, another sprig of parsley.


Baxter marks the willow tepee. Rabbits have scent glands under their chins and mark territory that way.


Baxter looking for her friends.


Sleepy Twizzle


Baxter in deep concentration over the pellet dish.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Top Of the Morning...


Happy St. Patrick's Day! Twizzle commences with the "Eatin' of the Greens."

Monday, March 13, 2006

Lucky Rabbits...

I wonder , does word get out from the rabbits to others in the animal kingdom about us? This morning,Mrs. Pratt had left for work and I said goodbye to her like I do every Monday. I hopped in the shower, but suddenly a few minutes later I heard her voice again and she sounded distressed. She had turned the corner of our street and saw something on the shoulder of the road. It was a wild rabbit that must have been hit by a car, he was flailing about in distress. She scooped him up in her coat and came home.

There is a wonderful wildlife rehabilitation center in our area. My old co-worker GranolaGirl had saved a few wild animals and brought them there. Mrs. Pratt called but there was no answer for that early in the morning. The bunny, not bleeding or anything, seemed in shock but was still alive. Our vet didn't open yet either.She ended up calling our township animal control and two officers came out to take the rabbit. I don't know if the rabbit would live,he seemed to be paralyzed but better than to be left to die at the side of the road.

This isn't the first time wild rabbits have found us. When we first moved into the Prattcave, a mother rabbit gave birth to a litter in the Nice Neighbor's front yard. When the baby bunnies started hopping about, one decided to hang out near our watering can by the front door.I swear, Greyton and his groupies. We left it alone and didn't touch it. Sure enough, mama rabbit came over and picked it up to bring it back to the nest.

So after the wild rabbit situation this morning, and I was about to leave for work, I noticed Greyton and Twizzle sitting near the front door. They weren't begging for treats or anything, it seemed like they wanted to be interested bystanders.

"You bunnies are lucky to have a nice home.", I said. I gave them ear scritches and went to work.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Monday Bunday


Twizzle and Greyton grazing


Greyton


Baxter enjoying lunch.


Greyton


Greyton

Zoo Day

The weather finally decided to be nice for the first time this year. Winter's deathgrip was gone and it was 70 degrees here on Saturday. I just had to be outside. Mrs. Pratt suggested our local zoo, so off we went to spend a day with some animal friends.


prairie dog!




I'm very happy to see the Prarie Dogs back. About a year ago, there was a terrible storm and so much rain fell that it flooded the outdoor boroughs. the zoo had temporarily lost most of the prairie dogs. They are back to a large colony again.


I can watch the river otters for hours and never get tired of their antics. The twoo the zooo had were in a playful mood doing backflips and playing chase with each other swimming and diving, and then a playful groom to each other. Mrs. Pratt was able to get a great photo of one while they took a little rest.


Otter!

In the area where the bison are, they also have this enormous tepee.

Remember my Indian name is "Dances with Carrots".



Look! You can see an utter jackass at the zoo!


I'm usually asked this by women.*sigh*



Mr. Bison's naptime....I need one too.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

100 Years ago today...

100 years ago today, my grandfather was born. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to get to know him. He died when I was only 1. But his memory has loomed around me in the years since from family stories. His name was Wilton Pratt. Although everybody knew him as "Ted". He got that nickname because when one of his sisters was very young , she couldn't pronounce Wilton and it came out Ted instead.

My father told me that when my grandfather was a teenager, he was quite an athlete at football, but in the small town of rural western New York there wasn't much money in the family to send him off to college. He worked a variety of jobs. He was a hospital aide, worked in a glass factory, and was a security guard.
My grandfather was a big outdoorsman. His greatest love seemed to be fishing and hunting.

I have his greatest trophy. On Thanksgiving Day, Nov.27,1952 ,my grandfather was out deer hunting but instead stumbled upon a large black bear in the Alleghany mountains.
I'll let him be a guest blogger- I have a letter written by him to his sister and he describes the tale:

"I thought you might like this picture of this bear I killed Thanksgiving day on the N.9 mile rd. at Vandalia. I was hunting alone and it was quite a job getting him to my car. He weighed 330 lbs as you see him hanging here. I was using my 16 guage shotgun. Had to shoot him 3 times using rifle slugs. The first shot was about 50 feet that knocked him down rolled him over,he came right back up on his feetand started for me .when he was about 20 feet from me i shot him again and he went down hard, but was growling and gnashing his teeth trying to get up again. I stepped behind him and shot him a third time in the back of the neck into the head that finished the bear. I am having the head mounted and a rug made from his pelt. I didn't get a deer but the bear was very good eating like nice young tender beef. Show this picture to Mr. Washie your neighbor."


My grandfather and the bear.

My father would tale me the tale about how then a day or so later when he went out to go deer hunting again with my grandfather they came across a buck. My grandfather raised his rifle for a perfect shot and the gun jammed. He considered himself lucky that didn't happen when the bear was charging him.

I know the hunting tale may be squeamish for people today, but that's how it was back in his day and in the part of the country he lived in. He died in 1966 of emphysema, much too young at age 60.


The bear today-age has taken the toll on the taxidermy to his nose and mouth,so I'm very careful with him.

I have the mounted bear head, a little fragile now over 50 years, and the rug. But on this,what would have been his 100th birthday, I just wanted to share one of the proudest moments of his life.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Monday Bunday


Beautiful Ms. Baxter.


Look at that belly! Baxter is grooming herself and showing that she is now large and in charge.


Twizzle gets a hay basket delivered to his door.


Greyton:Watchrabbit of the Prattcave.


Greyton spending a loafy afternoon.


Greyton's tasty hay basket!

Saturday, March 04, 2006


Greyton got his monthly treat-a basket of timothy hay from Busy Bunny. This is how he spent his afternoon.