Today I found a teeny tiny, itty bitty baby bunny in our backyard! It is about the width and breadth of the palm of my hand.
At the top of our driveway, we have one of the only sunny patches on our property, so I've planted a vegetable garden there this year. Some might look at it right now and observe that I fail ever to harvest everything till my lettuce is leggy and my spinach is flowering. I prefer to note that I was providing a perfect garden pantry for the rabbit nursery a couple of feet away.
Right behind the vegetable garden and separated by a spilt rail fence is a rather wild area of the yard, with various beautiful shrubbery, Carolina jessamine, vinca minor, camelia, and coral bells. Again, someone else might have looked at the au natural section of our yard and thought that I never got around to pruning for months. I prefer to point out that I provided a perfect thicket and bramble for a wise mother rabbit to leave her baby protected during the day.
I found the baby because I did major pruning work in that area, reached down to clip some sharp weeds at their bases, and found my hand inches from this unbelievable softness.
I'd been seeing an adult rabbit hop past my kitchen window a couple of times per day and wondered what it was doing. Apparently it was going back and forth from its nursery where it's precious baby was sitting and quivering quietly.
Please nobody tell our children that we have a baby bunny in the yard! It is taking all my self-control not to pick it up, insist that Chris build us a bunny hutch, and have a new pet bunny all to ourselves. Our kids would leave no stone unturned to find this precious baby . . .
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