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Lonely Purpza

Rabbits like company.
So, we noticed one rabbit seemed very, very lonely one winter day. Not only that. We noticed this one lonely rabbit had a very, very large puka (a hole) under his right eye. We weren't sure he was a boy rabbit, in fact for a long, long time we called the rabbit a she.

Purpz (or Purpza) which is short for being Purple in bunny vernacular and he most likely is a descendant of Black and Brown parents.  Guessing from our daily keen observations 90 percent of the 30 Campground Bunnies are brown along  with a black one and a white one with a brown nose that resides under the camp host's trailer,  one wild local Rabbit (a Hare) with a peppery brownish color and a half dozen of the Purples.   As we have already told you, our pal Purpz first arrived at our door with quite the open cut below his eye. So we gave him plenty variety of greens and fruits and watched  him heal in a month or two.

Some of the Campers feed them alfalfa pellets and other folks stop by with cabbage and lettuce every couple weeks but mostly the whole bunch just mows the grass everyday along with digging holes for roots it's like a golf course out there.  Purpz also has a split ear now from another entanglement with the two browns that chase him around the course. Well really all of them chase each other as required by some genetic impulse.   So spread the food around enough  and everybody gets some.  I'll send some pictures of the two Browns that Purpz chums with. Of course the male has the big head. 

Pete Tutu Rabbit





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