Baby Bunnies

When we got home from spring break, the bunnies were still in our backyard. They were definitely bigger. I made the mistake of checking on them while the dog was outside. While he was very good with learning the "no bunnies" rule, temptation was too great.

I leaned over the nest to snap a picture.


Frankie came running up. The bunnies got scared and ran! Frankie got one in his mouth and took off. I yelled (or screeched as A said) "Frankie, no bunnies!!!!" He stopped and threw the bunny out of his mouth. It took off running.

We took Frankie inside and then checked on the bunnies. We found one by the fence, one in the sandbox and the other under the ladder of the playset.  I tried putting the bunnies back in the hole, but they were too scared and ran out again.




The saddest part, one of the bunnies was paralyzed from the waist down.



You can see how the bottom half of the bunny is much smaller. I was worried that Frankie may have done it when he first found the nest. After a bit of google, I found out that it can happen from trauma from a predator, accidentally from a parent or even a parasite. Poor bunny!

The next morning the bunnies were back in the nest and one day later they were gone.  I hope they are all safe somewhere far away. I'm trying to plant my garden and don't want it to turn into just rabbit food.

Baby Bunnies

I got up this morning and let the dog outside. It was cold, so I expected that he would come scratching to be let back in quickly. He doesn't like the cold. Instead, as I was making lunch, I heard barking and baying. Frankie doesn't bark much. Strangers at the door at night, squirrels and not throwing the ball to him are all things that make him bark. At first I thought it must be a squirrel and ignored him, but it continued enough that I went outside to investigate. I found him barking and pawing at the ground by the swingset. At first I thought it was a dead animal. I was so glad to find baby bunnies instead!








Aren't they cute!!! A thought they looked like rats, I claim they are cute because I know they won't grow up into a rat.

I had a hard time getting Frankie to come in the first time. He wanted at those bunnies. He got out again when the boys went to go check out the bunnies. Again, he wanted to get at them. We got him back inside after much goading. I let him out with me when I went to take pictures. Before we went outside, I told him "No bunnies, Frankie!" He listened. He did go over and sniff, but no barking or scratching at their nest and he came inside when I said it was time to go. Such a good dog!