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Letter: A special bunny delivery made to White Point Beach Resort

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<p>Arnie and Margaret Ann Mailman, Shelburne County, returned a five-week old stowaway bunny to Donna Hatt, Marketing Manager, White Point Beach Resort.</p>
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<p>Cutline</p> <p>Arnie and Margaret Ann Mailman, Shelburne County, returned a five-week old stowaway bunny to Donna Hatt, Marketing Manager, White Point Beach Resort.</p> <p>Contributed photo</p> <div> </div>

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On August 19th and 20th  (Wednesday & Thursday) my husband and I attended the reunion of our Bridgewater High School Graduating Class of 1957 at White Point Beach Resort. We left the Lodge late Thursday morning and drove to Bridgewater and Blockhouse, stopping at various locations, before returning to our home in Birchtown, Shelburne County, at around 6 p.m.

At around 8 p.m. when my husband (Arnie) was about to close the garage door a little white bunny scurried inside and disappeared under the car, nowhere to be seen.  We were certain Bunny was somewhere inside, so we closed the garage door and would deal with it in the morning.

Because he was identical to the White Point bunnies, my immediate thought was that he must have ‘hitched’ a ride with us. Arnie did not accept my theory! Indeed, it was a wild assumption, especially since we had made a total of eight stops before reaching home seven hours later!

The next morning (Friday) he ran out of the garage - from where - we didn’t know! He “hung out” the whole day and seemed to be rather content. By the end of the day - after everyone to whom we told our story basically laughed at us – the two of us concurred that we really had brought home a White Point bunny! We would be contacting White Point the next day.

That Saturday morning, we expected Bunny to again scurry outside the garage, but he did not. We looked everywhere, checking on hands and knees beneath the car. We then heard a small noise and Bunny appeared from underneath the car, in the area beside the front right wheel just where I was standing.

I had the fun of calling White Point and telling them we had unknowingly come home with one of their bunnies. This was the first time this happened in the 16+ years they had rabbits on the property. We assured them that when we could safely contain him we would return him to his family.

During the nearly three days he was with us he was happy in the company of our other little critters. He seemed to claim a certain territory and never wandered beyond that area. He had lots of grass and clover upon which to feed (he snubbed rabbit pellets) and he had lots of hiding places if he felt threatened. He seemed to know exactly when he wanted to settle down for the night – and where!

The third evening we were watching for WP (as we were now calling him) when, at around dusk, he made his way toward the garage. He quickly scrambled inside and beneath the car - avoiding the live trap that was now placed beside the car. WP was about to spent another night in his private “bedroom loft”.

The next morning (Sunday) WP walked inside the trap far enough for Arnie to close the door (we think he was too light to trigger it). Sunday afternoon we drove him back home to White Point Beach Resort– this time in the back seat of our car. Within minutes it was obvious he was in familiar surroundings (in the area where our car had been parked). He was soon playing with a bunny his own size.

A happy ending to a fun story to tell forever!

 

Margaret Ann Mailman

Birchtown, NS

 

                                                  

 

On August 19th and 20th  (Wednesday & Thursday) my husband and I attended the reunion of our Bridgewater High School Graduating Class of 1957 at White Point Beach Resort. We left the Lodge late Thursday morning and drove to Bridgewater and Blockhouse, stopping at various locations, before returning to our home in Birchtown, Shelburne County, at around 6 p.m.

At around 8 p.m. when my husband (Arnie) was about to close the garage door a little white bunny scurried inside and disappeared under the car, nowhere to be seen.  We were certain Bunny was somewhere inside, so we closed the garage door and would deal with it in the morning.

Because he was identical to the White Point bunnies, my immediate thought was that he must have ‘hitched’ a ride with us. Arnie did not accept my theory! Indeed, it was a wild assumption, especially since we had made a total of eight stops before reaching home seven hours later!

The next morning (Friday) he ran out of the garage - from where - we didn’t know! He “hung out” the whole day and seemed to be rather content. By the end of the day - after everyone to whom we told our story basically laughed at us – the two of us concurred that we really had brought home a White Point bunny! We would be contacting White Point the next day.

That Saturday morning, we expected Bunny to again scurry outside the garage, but he did not. We looked everywhere, checking on hands and knees beneath the car. We then heard a small noise and Bunny appeared from underneath the car, in the area beside the front right wheel just where I was standing.

I had the fun of calling White Point and telling them we had unknowingly come home with one of their bunnies. This was the first time this happened in the 16+ years they had rabbits on the property. We assured them that when we could safely contain him we would return him to his family.

During the nearly three days he was with us he was happy in the company of our other little critters. He seemed to claim a certain territory and never wandered beyond that area. He had lots of grass and clover upon which to feed (he snubbed rabbit pellets) and he had lots of hiding places if he felt threatened. He seemed to know exactly when he wanted to settle down for the night – and where!

The third evening we were watching for WP (as we were now calling him) when, at around dusk, he made his way toward the garage. He quickly scrambled inside and beneath the car - avoiding the live trap that was now placed beside the car. WP was about to spent another night in his private “bedroom loft”.

The next morning (Sunday) WP walked inside the trap far enough for Arnie to close the door (we think he was too light to trigger it). Sunday afternoon we drove him back home to White Point Beach Resort– this time in the back seat of our car. Within minutes it was obvious he was in familiar surroundings (in the area where our car had been parked). He was soon playing with a bunny his own size.

A happy ending to a fun story to tell forever!

 

Margaret Ann Mailman

Birchtown, NS

 

                                                  

 

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