Well, we had a Mother's Day surprise. There's another mother in our midst...
Apparently Poly is Polly. Sadly, her first litter - four kits (oops, make that five) - died. Had we known she was a GIRL (pet store said BOY) we would've kept her completely apart from Podger, especially as young as she is (5 or 6 months). Still, an interesting life-learning experience for the boys.
Tate found the babies first and didn't handle them, but came running to tell me... kind of in shock, as we had assumed all along that the pet store had sexed the bunnies correctly, and that Poly was a boy.
Mom! I think Poly is a GIRL! There's some blood on her bottom and little pink things in the cage! I think she had babies, but... they look dead.
Went right out to check, and found that he was quite correct.
Tate has been reading a LOT about rabbit care, and I got online quickly to see what I could find. She's really young and we never would've allowed them to breed had we known she was a she!
I've never seen newborn bunnnies before, but compared to photos in books, these appear normal. I wondered if she just didn't have the maternal instinct to care for them (like keeping them warm!) but I don't think that's the case.
The fur sticking to them is hers. She had pulled her own fur out and prepared a soft nest for them. And she had obviously cleaned them off. We held the babies for several minutes, to see if warming them up would help, but no luck there. Apparently, 50% of the time a doe's first litter will be born dead. Sad. I have no idea why.
The boys couldn't bear the thought of just throwing them away and decided to bury them. Wyatt carved a headstone.
Tate did the digging, and Gunnar was the photographer.
Sorry, Polly, we had no idea.