I had a lovely surprise on Sunday morning, a surprise of the long eared visitor variety. I was loading the washing machine, glanced out of the kitchen doors and saw this lovely chap sitting in the middle of the lawn! I had to look twice to make sure but yes it really was a floppy bunny.
So with shoes put on in haste, we followed him down the garden to see how friendly he was. The answer was about as friendly as a rabbit can get! He let us stroke him and made himself at home in the vegetable bed whilst we ummed and aahed about what to do next...
It was obvious someone would be missing him as he was so tame but we dreamed about how someone might have left him for us, after all our garden is enclosed how could he have got in? We settled him into our old chicken run and went to pop leaflets through the neighbours doors.
We waited and waited and secretly hoped no one would call and that actually Father Christmas had delivered early. Even Mr Jam who had arrived home in the midst of the bunnymania was talking about where to put him at night and would he get on with the guinea pigs. Then a phonecall, a false alarm, the wrong rabbit, hurrah!
But finally she called.
The lovely lady who only lived two doors away who had been out and hadn't realised Jasper had gone visiting. 'No rush', we said but she came straight away with her little boy and carried him home!