So began two months of researching, note taking, and uTubing rabbits. One thing became evident. People can become obsessed with anything. I was no different. I had become enamored with a particular type of bunny that was dual purpose - a pet and potential big ball of yarn. As a knitter and an admirer of useful things, I fell into love with Angora rabbits. The English Angoras were irresistible to me with their cute curly ears and fluffy bunny butts. Elizabeth, being desperate to get any type of rabbit, fell in love too...or at least she pretended. In spite of their high maintenance, I was willing to devote 10 years or so to these little fuzzy guys in exchange for access to a free supply of wool.
Enter Mr. Biggles. I first spotted him on a bunny webcam (yes, there is such a thing). He belonged to an Angora breeder in Arkansas and he was not for sale. Elizabeth and I spent about a week watching him and his littermates bouncing around on top of each other. I cannot imagine a cuter spectacle. We were so smitten that we had to tell his owner how much we enjoyed his bunny cam and we had actually made up a "pretend" name for one of the bunnies he was keeping. Well, I guess he took that to mean that we would like to buy that bunny because Mr. Bunny Webcam Operator was willing to part with "Mr. Biggles" if we were serious. I summoned up the appropriate funds and (without telling my husband, as he got me into this pickle in the first place) I made arrangements to retrieve my, I mean, our bunny. Elizabeth and I picked him up in Waxahatchie, TX on a Saturday in January.