Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Anyway, one of these tiny mites was cold and still, obviously dead from the chilly night, but the other which I at first thought was also dead moved very slightly in my hand, a barely discernible push on the back legs and a slight opening of the mouth as if drawing the last gasp. Knowing that what you can do with chickens and lambs is get them warm and they may recover, I pushed the little mite down inside my dressing gown so that he was against my belly down by the waist band of my dressing gown feeling the warmth of my skin and I carried on with my rounds, sorting everybody else out. I was pleased to feel that the baby bun started to struggle. Coming back indoors the next job was to take Liz up her tea, so I couldn't resist a little tease - "How warm are you in that bed?" Very! Why? "Are there bits of you that are warmer than others bits?" etc. Eventually I produced the tiny furry form from inside my dressing gown and gave it to Liz to warm up properly. I promise you, this is not a euphemism! After half an hour down among Liz's 'warm bits' the bunny was struggling like a good one and, she thought, starting to nuzzle about looking for mum's milk-bar.