I finally downloadedour cottontail photos!
These little guys were brought to me by my sister at the end of May. She works at a long-term care facility. One of their patients was out walking with her parents and they let her destroy a cottontail nest...they thought it was cute.:grumpy
So she managed to snag 2...one for each hand...
They brought them inside the facility...where a well meaning nurse thought it would be a good idea to put them in the cage with the 7 pound male domestic rabbit so he could raise them.:twitch:
My sister happened to come through around this time and confiscated the babies...she and another nurse walked the grounds but couldn't find the nest or even the general area...so I ended up with them. She is not a rabbit person! lol
She was quite panicked by the time she tracked me down!
We were working on the assumption that they were under 12 days old...their eyes were open but their ears were still down. They were a little less than 3 inches long and the one (we were calling her the female because it seemed right) was pretty much catatonic when I got her.
I was pretty sure she would die just from the stress she had been through! I picked her up in my hand and though her eyes were open she would just roll like a little log...I was afraid the girl might have squeezed her while carrying her.
So we put them in one of our rabbit carrriers, put it in the garage and covered them with a blanket and left them alone.
We didn't take any pics until their ears had popped and they weren't stressed out anymore!
Here is a pic of Popcorn at about 14 days old.
And poor Pottsi(14 days old)..she was stressed for a while...but in the end she adjusted well and regained her health! She just needed peace and quiet!
This is where things start to get fun.:rollseyes
It is illegal to raise, keep or release cottontails unless you are a registered wildlife rehabber! Okey Dokey...gottcha! I understand totally.
My sister dropped the bunns off Sunday afternoon.
I spent 4 hours on the phone on the Monday trying to find a wildlife rehabber.
One wouldn't answer her phone and lived 2 hours away, one was on sabbatical until September, our Humane Society euthanizes because they are too hard to look after when they are this young...the lady at the Ministry of Natural Resources was very nice and helpful...but didn't have alot of options for me.
So I started to call cottontail rescues for help or guidance. Perhaps they knew of a rescue closer to us...nope the best advise I got was to not feed them. I finally broke down and made up rabbit formula...I was plenty aggravated and frustrated at this point...I have an easy out...I can just take them to the HS to be euthanized...which after evaluating them would have been a shame since they were both healthy and capapble of being released. And having accepted them...they were now our responsibility.
I couldn't release them, euthanize them or give the darned things away!:grumpy:
I was so
FRUSTRATED! I wasn't panicked...I just wanted to do what I have been preaching to people about for years!
***DO NOT RESCUE COTTONTAILS...THEY ARE WILD...IF YOU HAVESOME,PUT THEM BACK WHERE YOU FOUND THEM,GET THEM TO A REHBBER! ON AVERAGE 90% WILL DIE WITHOUT PROPER CARE...SELF MUTILATION, FAILURE TO THRIVE, MALNUTRITION...AND THAT IS
IF YOU MANGE TO GET THEM TO EAT AT ALL!!!***
I promise with all my heart to listen and be a better rabbit educator in the future...no more brow beating or berating people for not turning them in to a rehab ASAP! Sheesh!:grumpy:
So now, according to the MNR guidelines, I am a criminal!
On the Monday night, I mixed up formula, ran out to buy a kitten bottle...andI began feeding twice a day...in between feeding they were in the carrier with hay, covered and left alone. We didn't want them to get used to us.
Pottsi with milk face!
Hubby named them ( I refused to name them because they weren't staying and I didn't want to get attached) the "female" with issues was called Pottsi because she came in a flower pot and the "male" was called Popcorn because he was so small he couldn't hop properly and kept "popping" and falling over. He was a little tuffy!
I found plenty of info on why you shouldn't keep cottontails but nothing on how to wean and prepare them for release! So THAT was a whole other adventure.
At approximately three weeks I began weaning.No problem, right?
Nope, I couldn't get the wee buggers to wean:grumpy...so I removed the heavy cream from the formula...no dice...they still attacked it at feeding time. So I removed the goats milk...still no change! I started to water down the KMR until it was almost 8 parts water!:shock: They were still all over it! By this time we had introduced them to greens and there was really no reason for them to still be on the bottle...so next feeding was straight water! LMAO :biggrin: Yup that did it! :biggrin: They looked so disgusted with me!
Here they are eating their greens and pretty much ready to move to their outdoor habitat!
We were trying to keep them to a "wild" diet...so each day we would walk the fields picking all the different bunny safe greens we could find...and a selection of wild grasses...at this point hubby became less enthusiastic about wild bunnies...finally:rollseyes. Especially when we were picking greens twice a day and it was raining the whole week everyday!:biggrin2:
We built a big NIC cage outside for them...once they weren't being bottle fed they needed to build muscle so they could be released...so I put up a 5 foot X 10 foot exercise area. They had areas to shelter under and room to run.
The first day we put them in the pen...Popcorn hopped out of the carrier and walked right through the NICs. No pause, no wiggling...like a greased pig he just oozed right through.:rollseyes:grumpy:
Thank goodness they were still small enough we rounded him up in a few minutes and had to re-think the whole pen idea...so another 24 hours, 50 feet of chicken wireand 500 zipties later we were able to put them outside.
I decided that the Saturday morning would be best...since it was supposed to be a decent day and it would give them a chance to explore and find a sheltered area...nope...they farted around and ate grass all day.
So that night there was an unscheduled thunderstorm of epic proportions!
And even though I swore I wouldn't do it...<sigh>...I was outside, with a golfumbrella in hand, beside the metal pen, under a 30 foot birch tree in a whomping great storm...with two soaking wet rabbits. (Hubby had at this point completely lost his love of wild rabbits and was in the bedroomlaughing at me from the window).:grumpy:
I finally gave up after 20 minutes or so and went inside soaked to the gills.
The next night was a bit better...the neighbourhood raccoons decided to come out to play, which brought me complete with bedhead andtripping on mypj bottoms running across the deck swinging a broom overhead howling (hubby had decided to follow me this time since it wasn't raining anymore).
After that I was fine. Really i was. Honest!
Sanity prevailed!
When I build a hutch it stays together...and it can thwart even the most determined raccoons! I used 1/2" chicken wire so they couldn't reach in to grab/tear the bunns...so finally I could sleep at night knowing they were safe!
We scouted during the week for a place that was close to where they were found but far enough away from any housing that they wouldn't cause a problem. We finally found a biking path that went way off to h*ll and gone, and one of the switchbacks led to an area that was perfect!
So at the age of approximately 38 days and being 5 inches long...they were released.
It was kind of sad...Popcorn hopped out of his carrier and into the brush and started to nibble and eat his way further and further from us...Pottsi ran off about 10 feet away and then came back and sat at Tonys feet and just sat there looking at him! He hadn't had anything to do with them other than picking greens, since we figured exposure to one human was bad enough! She finally hopped after Popcorn and started to nibble her way further and further and further into the brush...and then we turned and walked away.
I haven't gone back since. I desperately wanted to...just to see.
Somethings are better imagined...I know the stats on rabbits in the wild, I know the lifespan, basically I just know better! In my head though they live forever, hopping and happy...and that is enough!