Our lovely bun died (my neighbour was looking after it) whilst we were on hols on a farm in Devon.
So we came back with 3 baby buns from the petting bit of the farm, 2 sisters at 8 weeks and another doe at 10 weeks - didn't really want 3 but they don't let singles go and taking 2 would have left the other one lonely.
Took them all to the vet today to get myx jabs pepper (oldest)got a quick check and a jab, butterscotch got a long check and a quizzical look from the vet.
"Are you sure they are all does?" asks Vet.
Me, "yes"
"Was she ever in with a boy?"
"Yes her brother, were seperated at 8 weeks... oh my goodness."
"I think she's only having one, I'll ultrasound her"
Ginger gets the once over, "Was she in the same cage?"
"yes." I answer somewhat nervously.
"she's having at least two. I'll get the dark one out again."
Some time passes, "Yes her too. But she's having more".
Went in with 3, came out with, er, 9!
Devon Rex anyone?