11/02/2022 Bunny Rabbits

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 Last night's sunset may have been an anticlimax, but it was still quite pretty to sit on the balcony, looking out over the river and watching the lights flick on in the high rise apartment blocks over the water.


We went for a short bicycle ride to fill the space between leaving our AirBnB and arriving at our next house sit.

We pedaled along beside the Yarra,

stopped to say hello to the swans,

watched a boat sail under the Westgate bridge,

and were astounded by the number of rowing crews that inhabit the bends and straights of the Yarra.

Then we found a nice spot out of the wind for lunch.

According to the Department of Primary Industries and Fisheries Queensland (DPIFQ), the maximum penalty for keeping a rabbit as a domestic pet in Queensland is now $30,000.

I've never kept a rabbit as a pet, not having had the odd $30 000 to set aside against pending fines.  I've seen a lot of rabbits, most of them scampering far and away across the paddock and the occasional one (in my younger days) through the sights of a gun.  I've even eaten the odd one or two, and very tasty it was too.

We are now the proud, albeit temporary, custodians of two rabbits while their real owner is off hiking up mountains in the wilderness.  We don't have to set aside $60 000 for fines because it's legal to keep rabbits in Victoria, and we most definitely don't have to contemplate viewing these rabbits through the sights of a gun.

The rabbits live in a cage in the lounge room and have ignored us since we arrived, with the notable exception of when we fed them.  Even then I'd hazard a guess that they were paying attention to the rabbit food rather than us.  I've even had to turn the TV volume up a notch to compensate for the noisy chewing as they munch on their greens.

I want my greens!

 
Home for the next week or so: Rabbit Central.


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