After I saw Nadine's post:
My little sister once put 2 heat lamps on our pair of ducklings, PLUS there was a piece of foil over it originally intended for keeping them warm. They almost died... when we discovered this they were trying to get cool in the chick waterer.
I accidentally sold my favorite rabbit. I had decided the night before the sale that I would bring him: he was a cross-breed, and my mom convinced me that it would be okay to sell him. When I got there I started mumbling something to my mom about putting him in the backseat so nobody could see him. We had bunnies we were selling too - his offspring, in fact - and we sold them quickly. The last people to buy one included a couple and their niece. The little girl wanted the bunny, and so the uncle bought that, although he was eying my grown-up bunny who I was holding. I thought I was safe when they left, but the uncle returned and offered to buy him. He was sold - I was devastated. I sat in the backseat of the van and cried. I still haven't gotten over his "death", as I like to call it now. When anyone asks, I say it was an accident, although in truth I guess it really wasn't.
My little sister once put 2 heat lamps on our pair of ducklings, PLUS there was a piece of foil over it originally intended for keeping them warm. They almost died... when we discovered this they were trying to get cool in the chick waterer.
I accidentally sold my favorite rabbit. I had decided the night before the sale that I would bring him: he was a cross-breed, and my mom convinced me that it would be okay to sell him. When I got there I started mumbling something to my mom about putting him in the backseat so nobody could see him. We had bunnies we were selling too - his offspring, in fact - and we sold them quickly. The last people to buy one included a couple and their niece. The little girl wanted the bunny, and so the uncle bought that, although he was eying my grown-up bunny who I was holding. I thought I was safe when they left, but the uncle returned and offered to buy him. He was sold - I was devastated. I sat in the backseat of the van and cried. I still haven't gotten over his "death", as I like to call it now. When anyone asks, I say it was an accident, although in truth I guess it really wasn't.