I seriously can’t believe I’m writing a blog about bunnies. But here I go. I live in the country and it’s not uncommon to see lots of little critters; especially bunnies this time of year. Last week, my dog found a bunny nest. Before I knew it, four of them were scattered about the yard. I was, to say the least, freaking out. I was so mad at the dog, and sad for the baby rabbits. ( Yes, I am aware that it is a dogs nature.) I could just imagine that mama rabbit watching in the tall grass behind our fence watching this all unfold. Horror. I was sick. I scooped them up, took the dogs back in the house and held a tiny funeral for them. Yes… I did that. I love animals. I went back to find two others left in the little hole so I carefully used my foot to cover them with the nesting the mother had placed on them. For one week, several times a day, I would go out to the nest, carefully place some wire garden fencing around their hole, and then strategically place all of my lawn furniture around it like a barrier to keep my dogs from going after them. Yesterday morning, I went to do it again and one of the tiny rabbits hopped out of its hole right up to me and then scurried back to the hole. It’s eyes were open and it had grown. I was hopeful that they were being visited by their mother and they were going to make it. This morning, my husband was on ” Bunny Duty” and he found them. And this time, he buried them. I cried for a half hour… just heartbroken. I know, there are much worse things to cry over but it was horrible. I know I can’t save them all, but I was gonna dang well try. I wish now I had just held them one time, but I had always been told never touch them or the mama won’t come back. I don’t know if that’s true or not. But I wish now that I’d held them and touched their sweet little ears.
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