These little bunnies, about 6 days old, were attacked by a dog and orphaned. Two out of the litter of five did not survive, and these three were not doing very well.
Enter Noah-the non-releasable, one-legged homing pigeon/rock dove that we have here in rehab.
Noah kept going over to the bunny cage and looking in-even sleeping in front of the door to the cage. Then, 2 days ago, I only counted 2 bunnies in the cage, so I hurriedly picked Noah up from the front of the cage so I could look inside. And to my surprise-there was the tiny bunny-under Noah’s wing-sound asleep!
The bunny had crawled through the cage-preferring a featherbed, no doubt. Now, they are all together, and the bunnies are doing GREAT. When the bunnies scoot underneath Noah’s feathers, he extends his wings out to surround them-and they snuggle. When one of them moves and they start sticking out here and there, he gently pushes them back under him with his beak!
Although the bunnies seem to be his favorite, Noah now helps out with many rescuebabies here at the Wild Rose Rescue Ranch.
How wonderful it is to have a full-time soft-feathered nurturer here at the rescue ranch! He cuddles with all the babies as they snuggle under his warm feathers…and he “coos” as if singing them to sleep with a lullaby.
Ariel fidgeted with her remaining fingernails as she drifted
idly at Raziel’s shoulder. It was one of the first moments of silence since his
sudden revival that had any semblance of peace. Adjusting to his new, or
renewed she supposed, visage was proving emotionally taxing. She had grown
accustomed to talking with him so freely. It was strange she couldn’t help but
think he might be different now that he looked like an actual person. He seemed
more commanding, more regal… Perhaps he was easier to talk to when his form was
more pathetic. Shamed at the thought she reminded herself that it had only been
her interacting with him while he was bound in the Reaver. This situation was
very different.
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