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How a Scared Bunny Trapped in a Blizzard Finally Found a Home

How a Scared Bunny Trapped in a Blizzard Finally Found a Home
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Editor’s note: This post is a Care2 favorite, back by popular demand. It was originally posted on February 26, 2013. Enjoy!

Written by Patricia Gordon of Calgary, Alberta – Canada

When a neighbor’s lost pet flyer appeared in my mailbox, I did not hesitate to contact the family with an offer to search for their cat. Having cats myself, I imagined the sinking feeling knowing a loved pet was out there scared and lost.

Although the days were still warm in late September, Calgary’s temperature dipped considerably in the evenings. I suggested to my neighbor that we look for her lost cat together. We called out O’Mally’s name, hoping he would hear us. At one point my heart jumped as I went to investigate the shape of a small creature hiding under a Douglas fir tree next to the Canadian Tire Garden Centre. But then my heart sank; it was just a young jack rabbit I concluded. We did not find O’Mally that night. I knew he couldn’t be far away. Intuition told me to return to the garden center. I had a feeling O’Mally was there.

I went back to the garden center, calling out O’Mally’s name through the fence, expecting a grateful cat to come bounding towards me, but no cat appeared. As I walked around the railings I noticed a small rabbit, only now as this creature appeared to me in daylight I realized it was not a young wild rabbit but rather someone’s pet. I tried to approach him, but he fled.

To my delight, after four days, O’Mally the cat finally returned home. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the young rabbit I had seen in the garden and worried he might get hit by a car. I checked all venues for reports of a lost rabbit, but there were none.  I then realized that as with so many pets, he had been abandoned. But how was I to catch a rabbit?

How Exactly Do You Catch a Rabbit?

That first week I researched ways on how to humanely capture a rabbit. I bought a fishing net, a hockey net, large towels, but no luck. He was too smart and quick. There were times when he got mad at me and pounded his tail. I knew I couldn’t push my rescue attempts too far; he didn’t understand I was trying to help him.

I remembered a no-kill rescue group, Pound Rescue, had been involved in rounding up hundreds of rabbits in several communities in Calgary, Alberta, after irresponsible owners dumped their un-spayed/un-neutered domestic rabbits into the community. One of the ladies from Pound Rescue, Linda, offered to loan me a cat trap.

We decided to meet where I usually found Dalton (I named him Dalton after the road near his hiding place).  A trap seemed the only option to catch Dalton, since he was smart enough either to stay close to the garden center railings, which he could quickly dart under if he felt threatened, or the two larger fir trees he sheltered under at the back of the center, which were not accessible using a net. We decided to ask permission from the store manager to set up a trap inside the garden center (which was now closed to the public), but in a location where Dalton hung out and where the trap was still close enough to the railings so that even from the outside of the fence I could make frequent checks on the trap. Linda filled a container with vegetables and placed it at the back of the trap.  She loaned me another trap which I would take with me on my visits to Dalton since we didn’t want to leave a trap on the outside of the fence other people had access to.

The Trap Was Sprung, But Someone Else Was Inside

The next morning on my way to work I checked the trap.  Although it was dark, I noticed the door was shut and my heart leaped! I retrieved my torch and beamed the light into the trap. My jaw dropped when I heard a meow. I knew rabbits didn’t meow. In the trap was a bewildered cat.  I immediately contacted Linda. At first I thought the kitty was a stray desperate for any kind of food to nibble on; however, Linda reassured me that it was well fed and healthy and yet another one of those cats let out at night while their owners slept safely in their beds.

After work I would fill the back of the trap with fresh vegetables. Sometimes Dalton liked his new offerings, but sometimes not. He certainly wasn’t always that hungry as he happily munched on the dandelions and tall grass, but he did occasionally enjoy a change to his menu. To my disappointment, some nights I wouldn’t see Dalton and then I’d worry about him. As the days passed by I began to doubt if he would ever be caught. The vegetables in the trap inside the garden center remained untouched.

Dalton Drew a Local Following

Dalton was starting to gain several supporters. It seems this abandoned little black rabbit with the cute white paws and a white blaze was capturing the hearts of the locals. Sometimes passersbys offered to help catch him, but their encroachments scared Dalton. Sometimes residents gave words of encouragement, or they would ask if I had caught the “little one” yet. I realized many residents were concerned about the “little guy.”

On one visit, I spotted a mother and her little boy looking for the rabbit; she told me her son was having problems sleeping because he was worried about the rabbit. I reassured the child I would catch Dalton and when I did he would have a good home to go to. Dalton was also becoming the topic of conversation amongst the elderly residents in the apartments overlooking the garden center, and I was affectionately referred to as “the lady in the purple coat.” Unknown to myself, some of the residents had observed me crouching under the trees feeding Dalton.  Talk about a neighborhood watch! One lady, Jean, looked for Dalton using her binoculars, so often I received phone calls from her informing me she had spotted him, or when she became concerned because she hadn’t seen Dalton for a few days.

During the weeks that followed, Dalton and I were building a relationship. I became excited when I observed Dalton slowly going into the trap I brought with me. I noticed, though, he usually entered the trap once and ate whatever was closest to the door before darting out. Any further attempts to lure him into the trap during the visit were futile.  I tried to make the trap as natural as possible surrounding the sides with twigs from fir trees, and placing leaves and grass on the base of the trap. Despite the initial ventures into the trap there were days when Dalton wouldn’t go in it at all, even though the aroma of the apple or tomato juice made me feel like a salivating dog.

Sometimes it would appear that Dalton had stepped on the springboard which should have triggered the door to shut, but it didn’t. I began to study the trap and realized I had never considered Dalton’s weight. When my cat Parker casually walked into the trap each time, the spring board released the trap door; however, Dalton was much lighter than a cat, thus I realized there was a problem.  I knew I had to find a way of triggering the trap door myself.

I began testing the trap using pieces of a wire coat hanger, but that attempt failed because I couldn’t apply the pressure I needed to without causing the trap to move; thus, I only managed to frighten Dalton and he darted out of the trap leaving a tasty serving of vegetables behind. On another occasion I tried, ironically, taking an old pair of the TV rabbit ears apart so I could place one of the antennas through the trap and position it on the springboard under the leaves; however, in my desperation (the nights were getting colder), I triggered the trap too early and as quick as lightning, Dalton was out of the trap.

I felt deflated. I wondered how much longer I could go on trying to catch Dalton when I was possibly putting my health at risk; I had lung problems and was prone to developing pneumonia. I kept thinking of the little boy, the elderly residents, and of course Dalton who I knew would not survive the cold temperatures. I thought about the times Linda and her group had gone out in the bitter cold and rescued dogs that had been abused, abandoned, or left for dead. I couldn’t give up.

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8:48AM PDT on Mar 29, 2014

What a beautiful little creature ::))

4:42PM PST on Feb 27, 2014

This is one very lucky rabbit.

11:58AM PST on Dec 21, 2013

nice story

11:47AM PST on Nov 29, 2013

Thank you for this story! You're an angel and Dalton is lucky to have you. :)

9:23AM PDT on Sep 19, 2013

I enjoyed reading this heartwarming rescue story as much this time as the first time I read it.

4:26AM PDT on Sep 14, 2013

Thank you for this amazing story, it made me cry.

11:30PM PDT on Sep 13, 2013

Awesome story. Lucky bunny.

11:41AM PDT on Sep 13, 2013

Great story thanks for sharing. What a lucky bunny.

1:48AM PDT on Sep 13, 2013

run rabbit run !

7:39PM PDT on Sep 12, 2013

Awesome, thank you!!!

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