Most rabbits are treated as farm animals, living at the whims of nature. Some neutered and spayed, some not. Mine live indoors and are waited on hand and foot. About this time every year (spring rabbit multiplication time) they start emotional eating like you wouldn’t believe. Their unfulfilled bellies, normally full of babies or proud fathers waiting, discover eating almost does the trick. So every day, the gorge starts immediately. Especially the boy who competes with everyone to eat the most, he even snorts as he eats. His body is ballooning out like a farm silo. When he goes to groom himself he rolls over backwards because he’s too fat. I believe they call this emotional eating!
Now if I’m to be honest, skinny and me never got along very well. And even though the rabbits have had an influence on my diet for the better– I eat more green leaf type things– still my body follows it’s gene pattern with nomadic composure; wandering through all the foods of world like I had 500 lifetimes left. And if I wasn’t addicted to regular bike and swim excursions, I’m sure I’d look like a farm silo as well.
Sigh, I’m on my way now to get them berry yogurt treats. I can’t deny them. No baby rabbits because I made them my pets. Yeah, their life is cushy as a result. But it’s a question isn’t it? Is taking away their nature worth it to them? Would we all willingly give up babies and spouses for a first class lifetime seat on an airplane? Don’t answer that out loud.
I have to admit though they do seem pretty happy.
Chubby and bouncy…