Went to put Charlie in his hutch yesterday evening. Took the cover off the run and within seconds he had taken a flying jump, staggered by briefly landing on top of his carrier, which he uses as a hidey hole in his run, before flying over the side and landing in a flower tub, sprawled out looking somewhat stunned. ‘Woh, there!’ I said, startled and amused. Helped him out of his undignified sprawl but had to go round other side of run to retrieve him. Wasn’t particularly worried until he decided the plants were worth nibbling. ‘Don’t eat the sweet peas!’ I hissed at him, dragging him away from them (note: I was worried about poisoning the rabbit, not the sweet peas!) He got a bite in but seems to be none the worse for wear. I’ve always known he could jump it if he tried (especially since he landed on the sofa with me) but wasn’t expecting it quite at that moment. He’d obviously been planning it all evening. A rabbit version of Chicken Run. Rabbit Run. Er.
He’s super confident in his new hutch now – I have to be very careful when I open the doors that he doesn’t fly out of there too. He’s got used to me being able to crouch in front of him and give him cuddles, so he dangles his head off the edge and looks dopey.
Today: 4-5/10, medium