I found a bunny once on my way to the train from Franklin Park. I asked around, and no one seemed to know whose it was, so I put her in my bag and took her home. :) She was pretty good for the train ride - she squirmed a bit, but not too much. I put signs up, and somebody called and left a halted message and I never got a hold of them. We bought her a big ol' cage, named her Bundito, and had her for a few years. Unfortunately, she wasn't super-friendly, and at the time there wasn't a good place to let her roam around the house. When we bought our new place, it would have been a much better set-up for her, but she died before we moved. :( Ah well, she had it pretty good - better than out on the streets.
Also, since this comment isn't nearly long enough, someone 'dropped off' some bunnies at Stone several years ago. They had to round them up and we kept them in the barnyard area for a while, before they eventually went to Franklin. I found one sick one day in the winter, and she died in my arms wrapped in my jacket.
Damn, none of my bunny stories have happy endings!
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Date: 2006-08-11 04:17 am (UTC)Also, since this comment isn't nearly long enough, someone 'dropped off' some bunnies at Stone several years ago. They had to round them up and we kept them in the barnyard area for a while, before they eventually went to Franklin. I found one sick one day in the winter, and she died in my arms wrapped in my jacket.
Damn, none of my bunny stories have happy endings!