So 12 days ago, my housemate Montana rescued a rabbit from the middle of the road out in the country. It seemed as if it had been living in the wild for a while, but was pretty calm and mellow. We started calling it Andy, and made phone calls to the vet to figure out what to do. Two days later, it gave birth in Montana's truck. Making it no longer a male, and then a mother of 11. Over the next few days, the number of babies dwindled as we tried to help them all feed. Sometimes, holding the baby over the nipple, just doesn't make it feed, and you have to let them figure out it, and let nature be nature. Montana got pet milk formula and spent many hours with them. In the end, we ended up with 7 little ones.
Over the last 12 days, the bunnies have grown in every dimension, from their fur to their claws. They now have control over their ears, and have opened their eyes (which normally open 10-14 days). A friend who normally photographs babies, brought all her gear over to take some shots of the bunnies. This is what happened:
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