These were mini-rex's. Tiny fellas. That's part of why it took a moment for me to register exactly what I was hearing. They weren't intended for any
real meat production. I got them on a lark for me and Mike with the idea that if the coop design worked out well for them, we'd do similar for actual meat rabbits. We're not going to toss the guy - to me, that's a waste that is just disrespectful. He was humanely terminated. He was too bruised and battered to survive. And, it was a dog that got him. Never broke the skin; but, the damage was extensive. The poor fella. Our dogs don't think twice about chickens...mostly cuz the chickens kick their behinds (yes, our chickens boss our dogs around). But, the poor buns had no defense. We are always sure to have the dogs restrained when we have the rabbits out; but, this was unexpected. Thankfully, only one dog was loose. Else, we'd probably have no rabbits surviving. There's just enough hide here that I can make a little medicine pouch and edge a rattle. So, I'll do a rabbit totem rattle with a matching rabbit medicine pouch.
I felt so bad for Mike. He was crying (shhhhhh, I'm not supposed to tell people he has a heart). He just felt so responsible because I've been asking and asking him to put wire on the bottom of the run and he's not done it. He felt like it was his fault the baby rabbit was dead. He's such a softy that he was sniffling. I do love that man.
Cantankerous old fart hides a heart of utter mush.