Jersey Woolies, I Love Them, I Love Them Not, I Love Them, NOT

This week we decided it was time to do a major barn cleaning prior to winter setting in. Nothing could be worse then using water in the freezing cold. A friend of ours, and excellent jersey wooly breeder lent us a power washer. My thought was, “this will be easy”.

Actually things started off very well. I started at the right side of the barn and worked counter clockwise. We moved rabbit into carrying cages, took out the dropping trays, and then moved the cages outside. Once outside, I powerwashed each of the cages. It took a little time, but the washer worked great.

I then went into the barn, and powerwashed the tile floor. I changed the setting on the power washer and also sprayed the walls. The results were much better than I could have anticipated. I still did some mopping and a litle better of light scrubbing with a deck brush. Everything continued to proceed well until we got to the jersey wooly cages.

I occassionally read the blog of the Northern California Angora Guild . The pictures of people holding up their angoras is almost comical. They are huge. This is why the jersey wooly is so awesome. Its like having a baby angora that remains a baby its whole life! How many of us growing up wanted a puppy, but lost some interest as the puppy got big and became a dog! These little rabbits stay little for ever. Thats the part we like.

However, when it came to powerwashing their cages, the hair just would not come off. We were warned not to put our hands in front of the powerwasher, because its powerful enough to crack cement. Well, its not powerfull enough to remove jersey wooly fur! So after powerwashing until the well ran dry, I finally started hand picking the jersey fur from the cages. It did pick off fairly easily, but when your hands are wet, it then sticks to your fingers like glue.

Of course I find it rather annoying to have rabbit fur on my fingers, so I need to get it off my fingers. The jeans I’m wearing seem to be the most convenient way of removing it. Since the fur is still wet it is now glued to my jeans.

The work in the barn continued until it was nearly dark. The cages were quickly returned to the barn. The girls placed wood shavings in the trays and returned the rabbits to their cages. This is when the magic of science begins to work some more.

As I enter the house, the rabbit fur on my pants has now begun to dry. As if by magic it begins to lose the glue like properties it had when it was wet. I walk by the couch on my way to the restroom, and the fur that was glued to my pants, no longer has an attraction for them, yet somehow sticks to the couch. The sweater that hangs on a chair while drying also becomes magentically attracked to the fur, which nearly leaps from the jeans and unto the formerly clean sweater.

I don’t like jersey woolies any more.

DISCLAIMER: To my daughters, if you’re reading this, I wrote it purely for entertainment purposes. I really love your jersey woolies!

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