So I’d just finished mowing my front yard. GrizzCub (4 1/2 years old) and I are picking some stray weeds when I notice some stray sheepdog fur in the grass.
Well, I’d just sheared my sheepdog in the garage the other day and evidently a tuft was blown 'round to the front yard where it became entangled in the grass.
I pick it up and see that some remained stuck in the grass.
I bend to pick up the remaining fur and…
IT MOVED!
What could it be? Snakes? nah. Skunk?! Possibly, but since I haven’t been sprayed yet, unlikely. Chipmunks? Probably. I catch them burrowing holes all around my garden.
I grab a LONG stick (hey, it might just BE a skunk, right?) and move the remaining fur aside.
Bunnies!
Three little baby bunnies.
I call my son over and show him the bunnies.
Amazingly, he already knows what’s next. He blathered on in what seemed like a HUGE run-on sentence…
“Gotta cover them back up. Keep them warm. Mama bunny is gonna come back soon I bet. Can’t come back out and look at them again. Gotta leave them alone and don’t touch them. Pretty cool wasn’t it? We got bunnies! Gotta tell the neighbor. He just got a new puppy and don’t want to have the puppy find the bunnies and disturb them. Can’t run the lawnmower here any more. Might hurt the bunnies.”
That’s where my brain screeched to a halt.
Whoa… I had JUST mowed the lawn. I must have made at least two passes over that bunny-hutch. I shudder to think of the horror I would have had to explain to my GrizzCub had one of those bunnies gotten skittish.
Well, anyway, they’re still safe and warm.
We got bunnies!