The new bunny has a name. Although there were many, many wonderful suggestions, my son (who Candy loved more than anyone else, and who loved her back) came up with the perfect name – Phoebe. Phoebe is a dark, small and irregular moon orbiting Saturn.

Yesterday, Phoebe had her first hop-around. I put all of the hens into the goat paddock. I picked up Phoebe and placed her on the ground. She looked around.

She zipped. She zoomed.

Buffy clucked a racket. Pip wasn’t sure if she was friend or foe.

Friend, he decided.

The chickens watched.

Phoebe checked out their roost in the compost area. The pullets checked out Phoebe.

Phoebe took a rest. You can tell by how she sprawled out in the middle of the pen, in full view of the other animals, that she was already quite comfortable in her new home.

However, Phoebe is going to have to learn how to get the stray feather off of her whiskers.

Note that I’ll be letting Phoebe out a few more times on her own before I let her mix with the others. Also, for those considering keeping a rabbit in with the hens, read this FAQ. It’s important to know that the fence is 8 inches below ground, which is essential as rabbits burrow, I have hawk netting above, and she is closed up into a safe hutch at night.

I am partial to grey chickens, which is why I have Pearl. Even though she is a broody, heat-stressed cochin, I couldn’t resist those soft dove grey feathers. This is also why I decided to keep the blue Andalusian, that I’ve named Misty. Here she is:

Oops, that’s Owly, who is always in front of the camera. Misty is in the back, taking a nap.

I’ll try again.

Oops, now Misty is awake and doing speedy sprints around the pen. It’s hard to get a photograph of her! Finally, here, meet Misty:

Blue Andalusian pullet, 9 weeks

Her white earlobes are beginning to show. She’ll lay white eggs. Maybe when she’s fully mature she’ll slow down, but I’m guessing not.

Buffy was looking even more poorly than usual. She could stand upright, but had no strength in her legs: I went to help her move from one spot to another and she tipped over. This weakness prevented her from keeping herself tidy, as she doesn’t have the balance to groom herself. I picked her up and found two balls of manure stuck under her wings.

Buff Orpingtons, with their layers of feathers, hard on top and fluffy under, can hide such yuckiness. Along with that mess, Buffy has always had vent gleet, but lately I’ve also seen vile yellow/green/white liquid poo streaming out of her (a very bad sign.) It was time for a bath, and as long as she was getting cleaned up, I decided to make it a Spa Day.

First, I used scissors to cut off the manure, both what was stuck on her thighs and by her vent. I checked for lice and was surprised that there wasn’t an infestation, which shows that Buffy has been well enough to dust bathe.

Next, I set her in a tub of warm sudsy water and gently washed her bottom. I left her back alone, as that was clean enough. I cleaned her up as best I could.

Then I rinsed off the suds (the water in the hose was comfortably warm from the sun.)

Next came a soak in a warm epsom salt bath. Epsom salts have many curative powers, and soothe irritated skin.

Of course, a girl needs a pedicure at the spa. Because old hens don’t scratch vigorously in the dirt their nails don’t wear down. A trim once in awhile allows them to walk more easily. I use a dog nail clipper.

Then I patted her dry in a towel.

Blew her somewhat dry,

And put her on the lawn to let the sun finish the job.

During this cleanup, I was very concerned to see white bubbles in Buffy’s left eye.

Usually such foam in an eye is a sign of respiratory illness and can have dire consequences for the entire flock. But this is Buffy, who is on her tenth life. She was showing no signs of breathing difficulties, and the bubbles came and went. When in doubt, always isolate and observe. I put her in the sick coop,

where Buffy happily ate up an entire bowl of laying hen feed. Truly sick chickens don’t eat. And then she pooped big normal poops. And then she had a nice rest. By evening, the eyes looked clear and Buffy was (yet again) rejuvenated and joined her flock.

Buffy is one tenacious hen.

Here is the front view. How adorable is that face?!!!

Here’s another view of her delightfully quirky markings.

And the rear view! Her tail is the opposite of white cottontail. It looks more like a chunk of charcoal.

Here’s the story: I’ve been looking at that sad empty hutch all winter. The weather has warmed up. The chicks are now pullets. It was time. I had a few criteria: short, upright ears (best for outdoor bunnies), and friendly yet with lots of energy so as not to be intimidated by the goings-on of a hen yard and goat neighbors. I wanted a neutered bunny, so it would already be through that stress before moving into the hutch. And young, because I want her here a long time. I went onto Petfinder.com, and this one year-old mixed breed rabbit was at a shelter in Brockton, which is about a 45 minute drive from home.  The listing said “friendly and playful.” Spayed. I saw those ears and that stripe on her nose, and that was that. She was exactly as described on-line.

She’ll stay in the hutch for a couple of days to get a sense of home and surroundings. Then I’ll let her out into the yard without the chickens. Once I’m sure she’s comfortable and knows how to get in and out of the hutch, she’ll get to mingle with the flock.

So, now with this added information, keep sending the names!