Thursday, May 19, 2011
Post-partum depression can be ferocious.
So bad that you eat your children. Well, if you're a rabbit at least.
On May 5th, one day remained of Mona's "window of opportunity" for birthing her kits. She had done no nesting, pulled out no hair and had nothing of any note for teats. I told the girl child that Mona was probably just too old to have babies in her tummy.
So, lessons learned... no lattice. If she shreds the paper, oh well. Secondly, use actual bedding and not hay so she's less inclined to eat it. Thirdly, be prepared for cooler temps. Nights were a bit chilly and there was a chance of rain. I covered the top and sides of her pen with a tarp to keep the drafts out, but I could tell she didn't like it. It scared her to have something different going on, even as "different" as a tarp.