The pet sitters

A few weeks ago our neighbours went away and asked us to look after their pets.  Their pets consist of a rabbit called Rosie; as well as three chooks named Grace, Jasmine, and Twilight Sparkle. 

Grace.

Henry was beside himself with excitement at the responsibility and the thought of having pets to play with.  Each of the kids was given a job.  Henry was to feed the chooks and keep their water bowls fresh.  Buster was to collect the eggs.  Milly was to feed the rabbit.  The animals are free to roam and hop around their backyard all day, so it was a matter of letting them out of their hutches in the morning and putting them back at night.

Rosie's hutch.

It would be fair to say that Milly is not an animal lover but she was happy to look after Rosie the rabbit.  She took great pride in feeding Rosie and letting her out each morning, but putting Rosie back in her hutch each night was a probably for Milly.  You see Milly didn't want to touch Rosie.  A cautious pat or stroke is all Milly can muster, so this job fell to me or Henry each evening.  Catching Rosie each night to put her to bed was made easy by her favourite pink ball.  Rosie likes to chase and hump her ball.  If we couldn't find Rosie each evening we would simply kick the ball and Rosie would come hopping and humping.

Just like the fictional Buster in the children's book "Oh Dear", our Buster found the eggs too.

Buster enjoyed his job of looking for eggs.  He'd check for eggs a couple of times a day and marvel how each chook lays a different coloured egg, with Grace's eggs being the biggest.  Buster loves a boiled egg for breakfast.

Embracing the whole experience was Henry.  This poor kid loves animals so much.  Henry would regularly jump the fence just to play and watch the animals.   He was a great guardian of the pets.  Although he did get a bit upset when Grace pecked at his fingers and drew blood.

Henry and his brood.

Milly keeping her distance.

Rosie LOVES her pink ball.

Rosie still LOVING her pink ball.