Dad once found Musti wandering around our shed door in the morning, looking quite confused and scared, fur covered in burdock burrs.
Apparently, he'd somehow opened his enclosure door and hopped down about a meter's worth of height and then found his way out from a small gap in the wall, waded through a thicket of burdocks and nettles, and lost his way back in.
We were extremely lucky that nothing tried to snatch him away or that he didn't just wander off in whatever time period he was out in the open. Might've been no more than an hour, might've been six or so.
Thinking back on it, he had the strongest 'home' instinct out of every other of my rabbits. He would beeline for the 'home' door if he wanted to go back and rest.
I had a fun time unpicking all those sticky balls under his belly. He didn't seem to mind one bit.
Nhmbe done something that just makes me go "wow"?