So, this morning, I went out to check on the kits, and I could only find two in the nest box. I saw a small drop of blood in the hay and started to panic. As crazy as it sounds, I thought Olivia had eaten one of her babies. I know mother rabbits will eat their babies, but to my knowledge, that happens shortly after birth. It was an irrational thought because they will be two weeks old on Thursday, their eyes are open, and they are fat and healthy babies. My irrationality came from the night before. Normally I pluck Olivia and not shear her, but she made such a mess of her wool while lining the nest, I had no choice. Plus, it's getting really hot fast, and I knew she would be more comfortable if I relieved her of her wool. So, I plucked most of it and sheared her down. Fast forward to this morning and my panic-induced conclusion was that she was so shocked at being sheared, she ate one of her babies. I know it makes no sense because she is used to being plucked, and though I've never sheared her since I got her, I'm sure she's been sheared in her life. And she behaved perfectly normal last night; she didn't act traumatized. If anything, she probably felt cooler and better. But what else could I think? There were no signs of a predator attack, but that little drop of blood threw me for a loop. I pulled the nest box out of the cage and searched it top to bottom and front to back. The missing baby was definitely not on the cage floor, and I knew it just didn't spontaneously cumbust. Just before going into full panic mode, I saw the hay in her bowl slightly move. The baby had somehow crawled out of the nest box, into the hay bowl and was burrowed at the bottom beneath the hay. I have no idea how it got itself into that bowl. The bowl has really high sides and while the kits are starting to move around, I marvel at this one's ability to hoist itself up over the rim of the bowl. In hindsight, I don't know why I ever thought such a thing could happen. How could a mother eat her baby and only leave one small hint of blood? She would have to be pretty adept at it, and to my knowledge Olivia doesn't even have that history in her background. I apologized profusely to Olivia and begged her forgiveness for thinking she ate her baby. I then proceeded to go inside and put a shot of whiskey in my coffee. Just joking, but it did cross my mind.
To make myself feel like less of a freak, please tell me you've had an irrational thought or two about your animals.
By the way, I have two ruby-eyed whites and either a blue tort or a lilac tort. I'll post pictures in a few days.
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