The bunny turned into a rabbit.

Suburban Chicago, June 1964. This is how our "pet" rabbit looked when my Parents decided it could not be domesticated.

The Rabbit

I mentioned once that for a short time, we kept a wild rabbit as a house pet. Someone assumed the rabbit's mother had abandoned it in nearby lawn nest. The mother probably was away from the nest, getting food.

At first, the rabbit was adorable. But the rabbit was undomesticated, and once it grew, we no longer could keep it safely in the house. It would not be housebroken, and it bit people. At my Mom's urging, my Dad eventually took the rabbit to the Hal Tyrell Trailside Museum. At that time, the museum accepted baby animals.

Food for thought, as spring approaches.

Suburban Chicago, June 1964. The little thumper was quite cute when he arrived in our Rec Room.

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Suburban Chicago, June 1964. We assumed the rabbit and the hamster would cohabit in harmony.

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Suburban Chicago, June 1964. The hamster did not like the rabbit's presence in its territory.

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Suburban Chicago, June 1964. The rabbit brought out my Mom's gentle side.

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Suburban Chicago, June 1964. I was sorry to see the little guy go.