What a way to start the new century – in the ozzie or a police cell.
page 81: As he got to know Susan (and her food), he sometimes raced around on the grass when he saw her arrive, or leapt into the air, kicking his hind feet above him, then shaking his head goofily after he landed. This is the “shimmy” that Southern noticed, or the “frisk” that Lockley described. Among domestic rabbits, it’s referred to as a “bunny dance” by some and a “binky” by others. It looks sort of like an epileptic fit—but it’s an unmistakable gesture of joy.
page 94: […] a rabbit in a cage by himself doesn’t play much. He may flop on his side when he feels relaxed. He may run in circles when he’s excited—if the cage is large enough. He may even pop a binky if the cage is high enough.
The gerbera daisies come packed in what look like shirt boxes, their happy-face blossoms all looking outward, their stems dangling down like wires from the back of a computer.
