I should start this post by mentioning, in case you are not aware, that rabbit droppings are considered gardener's gold. It is classed as a "cool" fertilizer, which means you can put it immediately on your plants and it won't burn them, like so many other fertilizers do.
Right now, I have a very small (2' x 4') square foot garden box. It came with us when we moved from the rental house we had prior to this property. I just have a few things planted that I am feebly trying to nurse through the colder months. I decided I would very much like to try "compost tea" made from my very own rabbit droppings which have until now been staring at me tauntingly from the dirt beneath the cages.
Bunny Tea on the brain, I set to work raking the droppings into a pile and into a bucket. This I dumped over a piece of hardware cloth with very small holes, as our soil is incredibly sandy with the consistency of dust and I wanted my tea to be mostly bunny berries, not sand. I sifted like a gold prospector until I was satisfied that most of the dirt was gone. Not only did I have a bunch of poo, there was a ridiculous amount of wasted hay courtesy of the rabbits who think it is truly the greatest joy in life to pull all of the alfalfa from the feeder. This I picked through (yes, by hand!) the worst of before deciding that it was good enough, because I had a plan!
The alfalfa/poo mix was returned to the bucket. I then filled it with water, and left it alone. For some reason I was deeply paranoid that an unknowing family member would come by, see poo in a bucket rather than beautiful tea steeping, and dump it out. They saw me filling the bucket with poo. They saw me picking pieces out of it with my bare hands. They did not, however, ask me what the Hell I was doing, which leads me to believe that they have accepted my sanity is not all there. I considered telling them not to touch my poo bucket, but decided that such a conversation would only end in my being laughed at.
My tea went untouched and I came back to it around a day and a half later and decided it was time to try it out. Using my handy-dandy-super-small-squared hardware cloth as a filter (hubby held it, bless him), I poured the poo water into a new bucket and was delighted to find it quite near the color of the iced tea my grandmother serves for lunch each day. I am home most of the day completely by myself. Small things such as this make me happy.
I fed it to the plants and hope that soon I will be able to report great progress in their growth. I'll let ya know.
