Handsome Barney turns six years old (which is early 40s in rabbit years, by my reckoning).
I like to think that as he gets older he's becoming more chilled; he certainly doesn't seem that bothered when the neighbourhood cats jump across the roof of his hutch.
He even seems to be shaking his misanthropic persona, being a bit more open to human contact these days, in the form of the occasional head rub or back stroke.
There's only so much you can get a bunny for his birthday (and Rachel's mum gives us enough 'edible treats' for him, at Christmas, to brighten up his regular diet through the year).
So this year, we got him a new (edible) tunnel (he chews through these very quickly) and a large toy carrot!
|New tunnel in situ on ground floor of Barney's domain|