“Hi, I’m a boy!” This little guy is a juvenile trapped at the Auto Mall the other night. He has what we call ‘Whistler dusting’, a dusting of white above his nose named after the first rabbit we caught with that same marking. A few of our ferals have it. This guy led us on a merry chase after he disappeared from his holding pen, but we found him hunkered down on a shelf in the storage room. His sister (we think) is still out there, hopefully they’ll be reunited soon. (On opposite sides of some bars, seeing as they’re not spayed/neutered!)
