Introducing the New Members to Our Family

     Matthew's time here in Malaysia is coming to an end. He's heading home just in time for Easter with his family. So we take it easy on his last day and hang out with my family. We joined Amy and my father on a trip to a plant nursery to look for some plants for their growing garden at the farm. What do we find at this nursery? Well, a cage full of animals of course! In a separate smaller cage there is a mother bunny and her three babies. She did not look like she was doing well and Matthew had asked the owners if I could hold one of the babies. BIG mistake because I just fell in love instantly!

Alright, so I'm a bit impulsive. Well, maybe more like really impulsive. I once got a pet duck just because I happen to be driving and there was a sign selling live ducks. Did no research at all and just got one. Apparently those farmers didn't get many people buying live ducks for pet purposes, and most people bought them to eat. I'm fine with eating all animals, but I just don't want to kill thems myself. They sold me a female duck (it was smaller and cheaper, only $10). This girl had been hatched by hand and was raised as a pet. I didn't own this pet duck, Barbara Jean, for very long. Like I said, I hadn't done any research and as it turned out, ducks are of course considered to be farm animals according to the town's by-laws, and I was apparently breaking this by-law every day that I owned her. My best friend at the time lived on a farm, and her birthday was coming up, so guess what she got as a birthday present. I swear, all my friends' parents most likely hate me. She and her family actually loved the duck and kept her for years; they were potato farmers. Another farmer who buys his potatoes from them got to know the duck and he has many ducks on his own farm, so eventually they gave Barbara Jean to him. She seemed very happy the last time I saw her, now that she is living on a farm with other ducks (she was the only duck at my friend's farm and she used to terrorize the chickens).

This time, even though I knew I would be leaving in about a month's time, the baby bunnies would continue to live at my dad's farm, as he had wanted rabbits. I feel a bit bad now because I only got two of the three baby bunnies. Part of me thought that three might be too many and also the third one didn't look in the greatest condition and wasn't as mobile/curious as the other two. Also, it was the same colouring as the black one and I didn't think I'd be able to tell them apart. My two furry children, Friday (the black one) and Sunday (the white one) were definitely spoiled in the month I was there with them. Only eating the best pellet food and getting plenty of fresh vegetables and exercise daily. They also had a ton of toys. You can judge me all you want, but how could I not love and spoil these two cutie pies?!

Friday (black) & Sunday (white)

Matthew came up with their names