Today marks fifteen years since we brought Mabel and Dijon home to join our family.
We had lost Neroli in July 2011, and during her last weeks, as we cared for her (she had developed spondylosis of the spine), we decided we would adopt a pair of rabbits when the time came, rather than having another single rabbit. Our three children had never known their home without Nelly, and had utmost respect for her; however, even though they were to be family rabbits, not the children’s pets, local rescues were (understandably) reluctant to rehome rabbits in a house with young children (aged 9, 5, and 3). Rather than buy from a pet shop, we went to a breeder – something we wouldn’t contemplate now.
We spotted the breeder’s advert in a local newspaper – last remaining rabbits from two litters for sale, Dutch rabbits, and their website stated that these were to be the final litters.
Although it was very soon after losing Neroli, we decided to contact them, as we particularly wanted more Dutch rabbits, preferably babies (again, not the way we’d choose to select rabbits nowadays), and this seemed like a perfect opportunity – besides, we wouldn’t be collecting them for a few weeks, and might feel more ready by then. ‘Cottage Dutch Rabbits’ was a small enterprise run by two teenage girls in their parents’ back garden, in a village a couple of miles from our home. They emailed some more photos of the babies.
We visited, and the girls introduced us to the babies.
We also met the parents. The two litters shared the same father, Luigi – a yellow Dutch; the mothers were Lily – a yellow Dutch, and Coco – a chocolate brown Dutch.
It was obvious that they adored their rabbits and were relatively knowledgeable. We chose a yellow male from Lily’s litter – Dijon, and a black Dutch from Coco’s litter – Mabel. We were told that the half-siblings would be put in a hutch together, to bond, as soon as they were ready to leave their mothers.
In preparation for their arrival, we bought a larger puppy crate as their base in our living room – in line with the welfare standards at that time!
A month later, the babies were ready to be collected, and we brought them home. Here they are, exploring their cage, with our children watching.
Right from the start, we could see their personalities.
“We've named the black doe 'Mabel' and the yellow buck 'Dijon'. Even at just 8wks they have such different appearances and personalities. Dijon is very stocky already, I think he will be muscular like his father, Luiji. He's a very happy-go-lucky clown of a boy, lots of running around, crazy binkies, then flopping over on his side in a very undignified manner. Very affectionate like his mother (Lily). He is intent on coming out of the cage when we open the door, either pushing through or making a sudden run at us as we sit at the door! Mabel is very slim, dainty, with a longer nose, like her mother (Coco – a chocolate Dutch). She is gentle and quiet, not as excitable, and a bit shy. Apparently, her mother used to usher all the babies back into the bedroom part of the hutch when they ventured out and so for most of this morning, she chose to sit in the darkest corner of the cage. She loves her cuddles, and comes forward as we approach, but more carefully. I think she's the silent leader – Dijon copies everything she does!”
(Bunnymad archives, August 2011)
We followed RWAF advice at that time, keeping them in the crate for a few days before allowing them to explore our living room. Now, we remember Dijon as a big softie, and a cuddle monster, so it’s hard to believe that in those first few days, he would sometimes lunge and nip fingers!
“I think Dijon's going to be hard work. She's a little angel, so affectionate, but he is a bundle of energy, mounting her, racing around the cage, nibbling fingers if they're poked in the cage, and this morning he deliberately bit me as I put my hand in. I caught him trying to do it a few times today but each time I've seen it coming and just cuddled him firmly instead. Have told the children no fingers through the cage!”
(Bunnymad archives, August 2011)
It was hard work, caring for two energetic baby bunnies, having been used to an elderly disabled rabbit, but they soon settled down, and saw the children through the majority of their school years… Dijon even lived to see our eldest son leave home and adopt his own four-legged small furry companion, Clementine the hamster.












