The Japanese have a traditional tale of rabbits living on the moon who pound rice to make cakes. The Chinese, however, believe that the Moon Rabbit is making herbal medicines. While I applaud the purposefulness of the above endeavors, I believe my rabbits to be much happier living here on the earth, eating the occasional carrot or apple slice, cozied up to their bunny family in their crazy colony.
The rabbits are living up to their reputation, breeding wise, and have pleasantly surprised me in their affection and attentiveness toward each other. They all like to groom each other, and there doesn't seem to be any sibling rivalry, although one of the bunnies is particularly fond on Mom and Dad and will be found with them most of the time.
Information of the mysteries of rabbit colony life is hard to come by, so I was pleased to find some fellow colonizers today at Palazzo Rospo. I have hopes that they may have a better grasp of how to deal with some of the challenges of raising rabbits this way. My first question I would like help with: "How do you catch a rabbit when he can just run down the hole?" I'm sure greater minds than mine have asked and answered this question. I hope.