So, I’m mowing the yard and I make the turn to go back the other way.
All of a sudden, 1…2…3…7! baby bunnies just appear out of the ground and take off in every direction. Just like magicians make them come out of a hat.
They make it to the back forrest and the yews. Well, I think, that was close. I could have…uh-oh…
This…is…bad…
Or worse, maybe Mommybunny is…in…the…bag…
Forget it. Not your fault. Even if Mommybunny and more cute beyond description baby bunnies are in the bag, it was unavoidable.
No, I’m looking. If I’m gonna feel like a murderer, I’ve got to have proof.
I look.
Grass…grass…bug…stick…more grass…empty…large sigh of relief.
Not really wanting to go through that again, I construct a nice litle rock fence with an entrance to their home.
My folks had bunnies in their yard in suburban Chicago. My father tried for YEARS to get them to move. He finally gave up. Last I saw, the bunnies were still hale and hearty, however many generations removed from his original bunnies they may have been.
(Heck - who am I kidding - he’s dumb as a bag of hair. I’ve watched him bashing his face into a cactus going “Ow!”…“Ow!”…“Ow!”…“Ow!”…“Ow!”…“Ow!” for minutes at a time - he’s not exactly going to win a Nobel prize anytime soon…)
BTW - I’m glad the bunny family escaped. So is Benny.
I did that once, except one of the rabs popped his head up to see what the noise was. Ick. That year, though, I was growing roses, and watching the bunnies eat them. I had mixed feelings. I don’t grow roses anymore, and I feel more charitably toward bunnies. Squirrels are OK by me, but chipmunks can sniff my smelly socks. Little striped cacksackers. Chip ‘n’ Dale were fiction. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I saw a baby bunny that got hit by the blades of death once. The tractor mowing the lawn at my high school nailed it and later some students found it. It had apparently suffered brain damage in the encounter with the tractor–the students brought it to class one day and were feeding it clover and every few minutes it would shudder convulsively, to the horror of the rest of the class. I don’t know what ultimately happened to it.
One a happier note, we saved baby bunnies from our cats a couple times. No mother was in sight and the babies seemed to be old enough to hop and eat grass on their own, so we just moved them to a park where we figured the cats couldn’t find them.
I wish we had something as CUTE as bunnies in our yard. OOohh no…we have the Evil BlueJays from Hell who dive bomb all the other little sparrows and mockingbirds and stuff that visit our new birdbath.:rolleyes:
This is gruesome, so stop reading if you have a mild constitution.
I saw a man mow baby ducks once when I was 10 years old or so. He was on a big riding mower in very tall grass and just didn’t see them. The worst part was he just left them there. This was public property with some hired service mowing it, not a home owner or anything. It was awful!
We also had a bunny nest under a bush in our front yard when I was growing up. One year a cat or something got them and there were decapitated baby bunnies strewn all over our yard. I was maybe 8 - it was a very scarring experience.
So thank goodness your bunnies were ok!!
Bunnies may be dull as a bag of mice, but at least they know how to cross the road without getting flattened. I can’t say the same for racoons.
Ah yes, yard bunnies. Ours have been here so long they act like they own the place. They hop across our patio, they scurry under your chair when you’re sitting in the backyard, they even make you go around them if they’re sitting in the driveway. I think I even saw one of them getting mail from the mailbox.
I think the Bunny Clan are the real owners of our property and us lowly humans are only the caretakers.
