We raise rabbits. We have five does and a few months ago we decided our buck, Harvey, needed another buck to share duties. (Genetic reasons) So we picked out a boy and named him Fillmore. So Fillmore grew up and it was time for courtship, etc. We put first one, then another doe in his cage and he just wasn't interested.
I mentioned to Mr. P, an experienced rabbit rancher, that Fillmore had a really big ruff. That's a kind of double chin that girl rabbits have. Since Mr. P is now blind, I'm the one who decides if the bunnies are boys or girls. Yep, you're right.
We put Fillmore in with Harvey and the courtship dance ensued. Fillmore is now named Mora and we expect bunnies in a month or so.
I'm so embaressed. It's not like I haven't been around a lot of mammals in biology labs.
(See July 8 post for the rest of the story.)
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LOL What a great laugh for the day. My husband and I have a cattle ranch--it's a little bit easier to tell which is which in our biz, but even so I tend to refer to all them as cows instead of cattle. Don't know why, especially since I've been around them all my life. Go figure.
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