Sorry for the dearth of posts over the last week. Two posts were made, but the the computer crashed and they disappeared into some ethereal warren...

First, Mabel has been chosen by the RWF to be the face of their latest vaccination campaign. 

Next, Dijon has been rather persistent in his pursuit of Mabel, despite having been snipped a few weeks ago. Every time he approaches, Mabel starts squeaking like a very stressed guinea pig. At first we wondered if she was hurt, but there have been no signs of injury. However, it is clear that Mabel has matured. 

She has changed from a sweet young girl to a feisty teenager. Her shape has changed, too. No longer is she a svelte bunny, but she has slightly broader shoulders and her face has filled out. She's not nearly as chunky as Dijon, thankfully. Mabel with leathery ears wouldn't be right!

Finally, back to the squealing... Mabel has been squealing like mad the last couple of day, but only when Dijon comes close. Along with this, she is constantly trying to get away from him. We're concerned about this as it's one of the signs of pregnancy. And we do NOT want a little of bunnies to look after, thank you very much.

If she is expecting, then it means Dijon did the business AFTER his operation!

Matters became quite frantic this evening when Mabel started nesting. She was hopping about the living room, frenetically picking up any small strands of hay she could find. We decided that she and Dijon had to be separated, so we erected Nelly's old cage, and Dijon is currently sitting in it, gazing forlornly towards Mabel who is busy nesting and scrabbling in the family home. Mabel has no intention of gazing forlornly back. The love is not reciprocated.

The portents do not bode well... we have our fingers crossed that it is a phantom pregnancy. If not, then we truly are stuffed as Mabel is booked in to have her operation tomorrow. But if she is baking a half dozen buns in her oven, then that isn't going to happen...