Broccles the rabbit ventured outside for the first time yesterday. It was a golden evening, and Bunty and I had returned with a friend from a fun (if unsuccessful) geocaching adventure in the Trossachs. I opened the back door for the cats to roll around in the last rays of sun, and Broccles came and poked his nose over the door sill.
He has done this before, but decided that the whole garden thing was not his scene. This time, however, Clive the guinea pig trundled past his line of vision. Ever since we put the guinea pigs to live outside, Broccles has been hopping restlessly around the suddenly-quiet house. I thought he might have been looking for them. Certainly, the moment he saw Clive, he decided that the garden was his sort of place after all.
He hopped outside and proceeded to rub his chin on everything he could find. This is how rabbits scent-mark stuff they feel is theirs. He scent-marked the barbecue, the guinea pigs Clive and Colin, their hutch, the patio furniture, flowerpots, the plum tree, a brick, and a whole lot of dandelions. He nibbled the lawn, stamped his foot bossily, ran hither and thither, and then a sheep baaed over the garden wall and Broccles dove back into the safety of the porch.
His porch, I should say. It has been methodically scent-marked.