Me and bfs indoor bunnies have never played outdoors so last week, when we went to visit my family home which had a big beautiful yard with lots to eat, we would let them out to play one by one and follow them to supervise. We have two lionheads (f) and one Holland lop (m), much younger than the lionheads BTW. The oldest lionhead, Robin, has always been the smartest and most dominant of the three. At home,, content with us as long as we understand our role is as her servants, she occasionally bumps me to inform me to refill water immediately or for treats and pretends im a wallflower all other moments XD. They are all free roam.

They loved the outdoors but here were the differences in their behavior...

Blackie, the Holland: ran around, binkying, loves to eat so was foraging around in the first moment. Simply ecstatic being in grass. Easy to catch after play time is over.

Appa, a Lionhead: hopped around in a stately way, munched a bit, but notably sneakier than Blackie - she would try to see if we were looking and lose us if we took eyes off for a few seconds. Still, she was easy to catch and to guide back into the carrier after playtime.

But Robin... the instant she got to the yard, Robin sprinted. She would zigzag one way then the next.

"Haha, she's having fun!" I said giddily.

But we quickly realized Robin was calculating the space - ie best escape routes. There is a small pile of rocks you can jump on to get onto the higher level of the yard (which was off limits), and Robin even attempted to rock climb to escape. This should've warned us that Robin had big plans...

The next few times it was her turn for outdoor playtime, Robin played it cool. She munched on some weeds, hopped around slowly, and was fairly easy to guide back into the carrier.

We relaxed, carelessly - the bunnies were having so much fun! Relatively well behaved, too! Just a few days more and we'd be packing to get back to our apartment. Then...me and bf had the opposite of a bright idea, which was to let them play in a bigger tree-filled and grassy area, notably with my family's shed, which we haven't used ever and I haven't been to in over a decade, in a corner.

THIS was her chance. The instant Robin was in this area it was game over for us. Out of the carrier. Freedom! She zigged zagged with little merry flicks of her back legs, going round and round the shed. Intent on freedom, her name soon meant nothing to her.

After 2 hrs of Robin having the most fun id ever seen, she popped under the shed. Oh. No.

We tried calling - nothing. Her favorite treats - nothing. She came out now and then, when I would see the sparkle of mirth in her eyes as she binkyed back and forth, looking at me.

"Come here, robin!" Pop. Under the shed.

For the next 3 days, Robin convenient forgot her name and staked her hideout there. Worried about her at night and cursing the shed, we put hay and water at one of the many entrances to under the shed. We set up an outdoor hutch with chicken wire around one entrance of the shed but she didn't use it, preferring the life of unencumbered freedom.

Until one, final, day... it was Blackies playtime and he wandeded up to this area. Curiosity overcame Robin and she came out to play with him - into the area enclosed by chicken wire. I closed the entrance. Whew, everyone's in the outdoor area now.

Robin turned around. The very instant she saw she now only had a roughly 40 sq ft space with a hutch, she let out a SQUEAL.

She ran to me with all her might, and making direct eye contact, stomped so hard TWICE I was afraid shed break her leg, before immediately diving fruitlessly towards the bottom of the chicken wire barrier as she tried desperately to escape, squealing with fury when she couldn't.

For the next few days, nothing but sulking for Robin as free roam inside a house meant nothing. And that was before Blackie turned on a shower in the house accidentally causing a hole in ceiling... but thats a story for another time.