Me: (phone rings) "Hello."
Her: "Hi, this is Stephanie. I got your name/number from Kim" "I've got teeny bun-buns and she said you'd take them?"
Me: "Wait, you've got what?"
Her: "Six teeny bun-buns" "Really tiny, they are 35 to 50 grams a piece." "Came from two different nests maybe." "Some ranchers clearing land found the nest and brought them in because their dog killed the momma."
Me: "I'm sorry. I'm not understanding. What is a bun-bun?"
Her: (laughing), "Oh sorry, I've got six baby rabbits and Kim said you'd take them." "Ed would take them, but he's full right now."
Me: "Sure, I'll give them a go. Can you bring them to me, or shall I meet you?"
Our conversation went on from there. I met her half way. She was delightful. She even gave me some very expensive goats milk that she'd bought and some pedialyte. I'd forgotten how friendly rehabbers are. I look forward to getting to know her better. She does birds. She said mammals make her nervous--to easy to kill.
These babies are "teeny".
The smallest weighs less than a slice of bread, the largest weighs almost as much as two slices of bread.
I have a very sharp learning curve ahead.
Like I said in my previous post---cottontails die.
I have six.
Luckily, I found a heating pad that doesn't shut off every two hours.
That means I can sleep all night without having to reset it, just to keep the babies alive.