This is the story of my very first litter of Holland Lops. For various reasons, it's something that I've never shared on our website or on Facebook before. Even though it ended up being a devastating thing, I learned some important lessons from the experience, and I've decided to share in hopes that it might be of some encouragement other breeders. :)
When I first began breeding rabbits, I started out with a trio: a junior doe, a senior buck, and a senior doe, Annalee. When the time came to breed her, I was so excited for my first litter! I researched. I planned. I watched in delight as Annalee prepared to become a mother. She built her nest. The babies kicked. I imagined what colors they might be, what I would name them. I did everything right.
When I first began breeding rabbits, I started out with a trio: a junior doe, a senior buck, and a senior doe, Annalee. When the time came to breed her, I was so excited for my first litter! I researched. I planned. I watched in delight as Annalee prepared to become a mother. She built her nest. The babies kicked. I imagined what colors they might be, what I would name them. I did everything right.