We have taken so much care with the rabbits this weekend because of Bonfire Night, bringing them indoors Friday, Saturday and last night.
And now the neighbours are having something done with their central heating, the plumbers are using a drill, on the jack-hammer mode or whatever, literally 3ft from the girls' shed, and they're terrified.
At least one of them will be ill come morning, I know it.
All that care, time and effort, wasted.
I'm fuming. They know we have rabbits, I wish they'd have said. Even the sodding plumber knows we have rabbits as it's the neighbours' son!
The girls have just taken a treat off me, but they're thumping and dashing in and out of the run and shed.
It's pointless bringing them in as I've just spoken to the bloke drilling and he said he's nearly finished, so it'd upset them bringing them in, upset them leaving them out. Devil and deep blue sea. Worst of it is, he saw the bloody run and tunnel, wondered if it was rabbits, guinea pigs or hedgehogs. Why the hell didn't he come round?! Edited to say that my husband's pointed out just because he wondered what animal was in there, doesn't mean to say he knows anything about them and in fact it's not up to the workmen to alert the owners to noise, it's the home owner's responsibility really. But even they may not have realised the din the work would create. However, the one plumber is well-aware, if he's on site that is, I've not exactly looked out for him.
I wonder if it's worth giving them both a dose of metacam at bedtime in an effort to stave off any stomach aches overnight - thoughts please?
I could cry, I really could.
Another edit to say that the drilling has now stopped, as promised. Adrian's gone out to let the girls out of the shed, see if they want to come out for their normal bounce around the garden before tea. Even if they seem fine in themselves, there's nothing to say that they won't go into stasis overnight because of this drilling, like a delayed reaction.
And now the neighbours are having something done with their central heating, the plumbers are using a drill, on the jack-hammer mode or whatever, literally 3ft from the girls' shed, and they're terrified.
At least one of them will be ill come morning, I know it.
All that care, time and effort, wasted.
I'm fuming. They know we have rabbits, I wish they'd have said. Even the sodding plumber knows we have rabbits as it's the neighbours' son!
The girls have just taken a treat off me, but they're thumping and dashing in and out of the run and shed.
It's pointless bringing them in as I've just spoken to the bloke drilling and he said he's nearly finished, so it'd upset them bringing them in, upset them leaving them out. Devil and deep blue sea. Worst of it is, he saw the bloody run and tunnel, wondered if it was rabbits, guinea pigs or hedgehogs. Why the hell didn't he come round?! Edited to say that my husband's pointed out just because he wondered what animal was in there, doesn't mean to say he knows anything about them and in fact it's not up to the workmen to alert the owners to noise, it's the home owner's responsibility really. But even they may not have realised the din the work would create. However, the one plumber is well-aware, if he's on site that is, I've not exactly looked out for him.
I wonder if it's worth giving them both a dose of metacam at bedtime in an effort to stave off any stomach aches overnight - thoughts please?
I could cry, I really could.
Another edit to say that the drilling has now stopped, as promised. Adrian's gone out to let the girls out of the shed, see if they want to come out for their normal bounce around the garden before tea. Even if they seem fine in themselves, there's nothing to say that they won't go into stasis overnight because of this drilling, like a delayed reaction.
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