Mr. Thrift spent another Saturday stash-busting to build the bunny house for Diamond. He designed it with a very secure back room, totally enclosed with only a hole entry for the bunny. He was concerned about any prowling neighborhood animals, and wanted to give Diamond a place to be safe and feel safe because, apparently, rabbits can drop over dead of fright. To wit: when my sister and I were young, a dog escaped from a house several miles away and wound up in our backyard at 6 am, ripping the door off the rabbit hutch and terrorizing Melanie's bunny so much that it died. My husband made a rock-solid little hutch to prevent this kind of heartbreak.
Unfortunately, Diamond poops all over the hutch, not just over the slats with the chicken wire underneath. Silly wabbit. My husband hung the dustpan and brush handily on the hutch, and provided a box underneath for the poop. It goes on the compost pile then.
We're getting some hay from a friend's farm tomorrow, and then Diamond should be all set in her (his?) snug little house.