Around this time last year (actually, it was June) you'll remember that we had a bunny hole in our backyard. We watched the bunnies every day and even roped off the area. One morning when we went outside all the bunnies were gone. I was so upset thinking they had been snatched by ... ? Well, this year we have a new bunny hole in our front yard. Andy found it and mowed around it leaving tall grass in a circle around and over the hole. We watched and finally noticed bunny fur mixed in with the dirt and debris. I knew that the babies were probably inside.I peeked one afternoon while the girls were sleeping and as soon as I lifted some of the grass and dirt I felt a baby hop up against my hand. It freaked me out and made me nervous so I quickly covered it back over. That night I told Andy that the babies were in there so he took Lilly outside to see them.I was shocked when he picked up one of the babies for Lilly to see! I do know however that the whole 'human smell on babies fur thus making mother abandon baby' deal does not hold true for baby bunnies. Lilly was excited to see the baby and pet its head. Andy put the baby back in the hole and covered it over holding the grass in place until they stopped hopping up against his hand. We figured they were about done with their nesting spot and that we would leave them be until they were ready to leave their hole.
This is where the story was going to end. I tried several times today to upload these pictures and publish the blog but Blogger wouldn't let me upload pictures (this very frustrating event happens from time to time) and by the time I was able to get the pictures to upload (now) there were two more parts to this story...
We spent this afternoon outside. Stephy came over to stay with us as she often does after school and we went to the park and then home to play soccer in the front yard. Stephy and Lilly were kicking the soccer ball and I was nursing Ella on the porch when the ball landed in the grass and suddenly a tiny baby bunny went scurrying across the yard and into the street. Stephy (she's 11) went running after the bunny and tried to catch it. At one point she had her hands around it and it started screeching so she got scared and let go. I am secretly terrified to touch/hold wild animals as we've had many birds and bunnies in our house thanks to our cat Stella. Lilly totally broke down in hysterics worried about the bunny, Stephy was chasing the bunny down the street, I was instructing Stephy, and Ella was in my arms watching it all unfold. Finally the bunny ended up in my neighbor's yard behind her hose. At this point Lilly was sobbing her eyes out yelling, "THE BUNNY POOR BUNNY HIS HEAD..." and I felt like I better "man up" and get the damn bunny. I set my fear aside and went behind the hose and picked up the adorable (and soft and scared) bunny rabbit. I showed Lilly it was ok so she stopped crying and I took it back to the bunny hole in our yard to put it down. At that time, two other tiny baby bunnies took off running in different directions!! They weren't in their hole but were nearby in a tuft of grass. It was hysterical. I ended up putting the bunny into the tuft of grass where it stayed, figured the other two bunnies would make their way back to their sibling, and went on with our day.
Fast forward to 9 p.m. Ella was in bed and I was in Lilly's room putting her to bed when I heard the all-too-familiar screeching of a bunny. It was upstairs. I shut Lilly's door but it was too late and she had heard it. She knew right away what it was having heard the same cry hours earlier. Andy was running up the steps to find it. It was the baby bunny (damn cat) and Andy was very sweet and put it in a rubbermaid container thinking we'd hand raise it. I vaguely remembered reading at one time that it was near impossible to successfully raise a wild cottontail bunny and I went back online and confirmed what I had thought. So Andy let the bunny go in hopes that the mother will nurse the baby tonight (mothers nurse babies only at nighttime or in the wee early hours of the morning).
I am left sitting in bed writing this blog entry with the cat locked in here with me scratching at the bedroom door and crying.