It's not unusual to see baby bunnies in the yard. We encountered quite a few last year - Shawn even ripped apart the shed to evict one of the little guys that had zoomed in there. I had very few surviving sunflowers last year because of them, but oh well. They are too cute & I'd rather they eat the flowers than go to town in the garden. Besides, they have to eat something. Today I tinkered in the yard for a bit and on my quest for water I discovered this guy, who I promptly dubbed Bun-Bun (very original, I know).
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| Bun-Bun VonCutenstein aaaw |
The bunnies are extremely patient with my paparazzi like maneuvers so I was not surprised at all that he remained still for me as I clicked away. I was, however,a bit alarmed that on my third trip past he had done nothing more than change directions. I looked him over and he appeared ok, but a little poke to the back leg with zero response told me there's a problem. I shaded him from the sun & talked to him while I wondered what to do. His breathing became more labored and his tiny mouth started moving... I think that's when I realized Bun-Bun was on his way out. I stayed with him until the end. I wish I could have done more for him, but I take a bit of comfort in the happy look he sported when I stroked his teeny head.
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| Sweet dreams, little dude. May there be miles of sweet clover for you on the other side. |
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