  The rain has been pouring down here at night recently - the days are cloudy but then at night, the rain starts. It's cold wintery rain too, not the type that you get at the end of a long, hot Aussie summer's day. Monday night when we took the rats to the Vet, we noticed that the pre-school which adjoins our complex had left their rabbits out - later on when the rain was pouring down, we hoped that someone had put them back into their hutch. The next morning on the way to work, Guy noticed that the same rabbits were still out and that nobody was at the pre-school.
So, last night when it stared to rain heavily again, we decided to go and check on the rabbits. Sure enough, they had been left out in the rain. They have a hutch and then a small fenced off area that they can run around outside in. There were two of them, huddled into the corner of the fence, soaking wet. We checked the little door to their hutch and the hinge has been attached so that they can go outside from the hutch but can't go back in. After trying to think of what to do, Guy grabbed a large stick and poked it through the fence to hold the door open and then weighed the end of the stick down with a large post. This kept the door open and one of the rabbits went straight for the safety of the hutch while the other one, scared, stayed in the furthest corner from us.
Then we realised that there were other rabbits inside the hutch and some of them were coming out and going back in again now too. Pleased with ourselves, we started praising each other's kindness and walked back to the house (the whole fiasco had taken us about 25 minutes) While walking back, I said to Guy "You don't think they were deliberately separated because of their sex do you?
" to which he replied "Don't even say that" Anyway, regardless of that, the ones outside should have at least had some shelter and food outside, which they didn't. Tonight we're off to see The Streets in St Kilda - if you don't know them, they're some guys from the UK who sort-of rap (I don't know what you'd call it) about everyday stuff, for example "Fit but don't you know it" about a good looking girl who knows she's attractive. It's mostly blokey sort of stuff - checking out girls, drinking beer, etc. The songwriter/singer is from Birmingham but moved to London in his youth so he's got a half and half sort of accent. Should be good. 
