This will be my last menagerie update as tomorrow we head to Palma for a couple of days of culture and (hopefully) clear PCR tests, before heading back to Deepest Sussex.
There is not much to report on the hens and cock – they burble and he crows though his timing is a bit off now and then.
When he has missed the early morning or post-siesta call, he rather embarrassedly makes up for it with not one or two crows, but a ten minute repetition.
But all is drama on the rabbit front.
She was in our room when the maid came the other day so I mentioned we had a rabbit under the sofa, and what was she called?
Well, she is called Coco, she said and I thought that was that. I assumed Coco was a regular in the room(s) and was treated with indulgence on that front.
But that night at dinner, Andreas, the hotel owner, mentioned Coco and said she would have to be taken ‘to another farm near here.’
What? Rabbit transportation, early morning rabbit catchers patrolling the grounds – and all because we had inadvertently snitched on her.
We pleaded her cause and said she was no trouble, didn’t cause mess or a fuss, we hadn’t fed her etc etc.
‘But the next guests might not be pleased to see a rabbit in their room,’ he said.
Andreas was polite but firm on the issue. And to be fair as he and his wife are running a hotel which is fully booked next week and she is having twins delivered tomorrow, you can see that they have a lot on their plate.
The Best Beloved spent the evening planning a petition and a social media campaign but of course that came to naught in the light of a day with a bit of swimming planned, and lunch, and a siesta and all sorts.
So for the last couple of days we have woken with trepidation – will Coco be here or has she been bundled to a ‘farm’?
Andreas had assured us this was not a euphemism and there would be no braised rabbit on the menu, but we were anxious rabbit-befrienders.
So, far, all is well and Coco has been there at the door shortly after the cock has crowed and spent her time in and out, under this and that and not looking worried.
But once our backs are turned tomorrow, who knows?