Many people have asked for “less kids and more bunnies!!” in the posts around here. Okay, maybe they haven’t said it quite like that, but it’s been pretty close. At any rate, the following is a fully Yard Bunny Family update.
I sat out in the backyard, being eaten alive by bugs.
I watched the mosquito spraying truck come through on the street below ours – which gave me the awesome benefit of all of them running for safety – and dinner – at my house.
My purpose in providing myself as a insectual feast was to stalk observe Momma Yard Bunny, knowing that it was right about time for her to feed her babies.
Plus, I enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the empty-of-other-humans backyard.
I watched and hoped. She munched on grass, perked her ears up every now and then, and acted nonchalant.
Then I saw something else jump through the grass – something tiny.
Ooooh…Momma was just trying to look uninterested – she was, in reality, very subtly supervising tiny sets of ears, barely visible peeking over the tops of the blades of grass – her baby’s first playtime.
Can you find the baby that she’s guarding below?
Three tiny bunnies, hopping playfully from clump to clump of our natural area, which will remain as natural as possible until they are grown and headed off to college, if I get my say.
One jumped out of that thicket and froze in place when he saw me,
One hiding under a rather impressive weed,
And the third crouching into the grass, hoping I’d soon leave and he could get back to playing chase.
At 12 days old, they’ve grown impressively since my last photographs:
They’re still nursing – and I must say, three active bunnies wrestling over who gets the best spot on the trough looks quite uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure Momma is weaning them and getting them onto the weeds, though – and I don’t blame her a bit. Their newly added playtime – every day sometime during the hours of 5:30 and 7:00 PM – is awesome. I should totally set up bleachers and charge admission.
(I have a suspicion that they’re also allowed to play at those same times during the AM period, but I’ll never find that out firsthand.)
Momma remains totally cool with me, but the babies are much more skittish (and shockingly quick – no worries about the neighbor’s cat). I’ve taken Noah and Ali out to see them close up, and surprisingly enough, Noah is much more interested in them than Ali.
Momma is also interested in Noah – I think she understands our similar circumstances.
…and may be a bit jealous that I only have one on my trough.