Okay, now before you get completely mislead by the title, I should probably clarify that I did not actually go hunting for rabbits…unless you count my scouting at the convention. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
So this last weekend I attended a rabbit convention. Yup. Before we moved everyone talked about what they wanted to do when they got to the ranch and I said I wanted to do meat/show rabbits. I got the books, I did the research, etcetera, etcetera. The first thing we implemented when we got here were the chickens, my mom’s project. But on Friday when my dad was at the store, he was talking to the lady about wanting to get rabbits and she mentioned that a convention was coming to town THAT WEEKEND! What luck! It was obviously fate.
At first we had said that we were just going to scout it out, see if they had what I was looking for, see if I could learn anything from the event (which I did. A LOT). But my dad, being the extremely intelligent man he is, laughed when we told him this and said something along the lines of “Yeah right”. But he basically gave us the go ahead and told us to just set a budget.
So we went, drove two hours, and got to the fair grounds where it was being held (indoors, luckily, because it was pouring). We got there and looked around and I instantly found the first breed I was looking for (not the one I wanted the most, but one that I definitely wanted), the Californian. We looked around a bit and we noticed a “for sale” sign…. I mean, who am I to defy the magical sign. So we bought her. A senior doe.
To start out you need around four rabbits, two does, a senior and a junior, and two bucks, a senior and
So since we had already bought one. We were obviously obligated to buy at least three more.
We found two more Californians, both juniors, a buck and a doe. But I was still unsatisfied. I hadn’t gotten the one I had longed for since I had started researching bunnies. The Champagne D’argent. The best of the best meat rabbits, beautiful for shows, and an all around great breed.
And then I spotted it. The Holy Grail. Right next to us was a man with around twenty Champagnes. He had to be selling at least one, right?! Well, right. He was selling one. Only one. And we managed to snag him, the little intermediate buck, before anyone else. (Insert smirking emoji here). But sadly he wasn’t selling any females. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LITTLE CHAMPAGNE BABIES WITHOUT A FEMALE???!!!
Kindly the man pointed us in the direction of the only other Champagne breeder there. We walked over just as she sold the only one she was willing to part with to another person. You hear that? That’s the sound of my heart shattering.
BUT she said that she’d talk to her husband about parting with a little intermediate doe that she was keeping for him.
So we returned on Sunday to pick up the two boys (which both still had shows to compete in) and see the verdict on the other Champagne.
And we brought the cavalry. Okay…we brought my dad…. Same thing.
After a little pleading and batting of the eyelashes the lady decided to sell us the doe. And she imparted us with some extremely helpful information. Actually, everyone there was really helpful and kind. I learned so much.
But back to the rabbits. So hopefully soon we should be expecting little baby bunnies. I won’t be able to tell for another week, but I’ll let you know because those little things are adorable. In fact, look up a picture of baby Champagne D’argent bunnies.
Well, I think that’s it for this week.
Thanks for reading,
Julia E. Flowers