bunnies galore
So I was mowing the fenced-in part of my yard today so that Sullivan wouldn't be wading through grass over his head anymore when I heard a horrific squealing and realized I had hit a baby bunny. Thankfully there was no gore, I think I just crushed it, but it died just the same and it was absolutely horrible. The poor thing was only four or five inches long and curled up was smaller than the palm of my hand. I was absolutely devastated, and then it started to rain, so I never finished mowing the back corner of the yard.
Good thing, too. When the rain stopped I brought Sullivan outside to run around for a bit and he tripped over the rest of the nest. And then freaked out, because my sixty-pound pit bull is clearly a vicious killer but a nest of baby bunnies is a much bigger threat. A couple of the babies got scared and tried to make a run (crawl?) for it, so I dragged Sully inside and then caught them and put them back in the nest.
So now I'm on bunny watch duty to make sure the mother keeps coming back, and I also have to keep Sullivan from eating them. I guess that's my incentive to run in the mornings; can't just boot him out into the fenced yard for the next week or so.
Have to hand it to mama, she's smart putting them in the fenced part of the yard. Bonkers and Beastie (the two Maine Coon cats of the neighborhood) have been hunting and eating her babies all summer, but there's no way in hell they'd ever go into Sullivan's part of the yard.
Even though Bonkers jumped on poor Sully's head a couple days ago when he startled him while Bonkers was napping in the easy chair.
God, my dog is a wuss.
Good thing, too. When the rain stopped I brought Sullivan outside to run around for a bit and he tripped over the rest of the nest. And then freaked out, because my sixty-pound pit bull is clearly a vicious killer but a nest of baby bunnies is a much bigger threat. A couple of the babies got scared and tried to make a run (crawl?) for it, so I dragged Sully inside and then caught them and put them back in the nest.
So now I'm on bunny watch duty to make sure the mother keeps coming back, and I also have to keep Sullivan from eating them. I guess that's my incentive to run in the mornings; can't just boot him out into the fenced yard for the next week or so.
Have to hand it to mama, she's smart putting them in the fenced part of the yard. Bonkers and Beastie (the two Maine Coon cats of the neighborhood) have been hunting and eating her babies all summer, but there's no way in hell they'd ever go into Sullivan's part of the yard.
Even though Bonkers jumped on poor Sully's head a couple days ago when he startled him while Bonkers was napping in the easy chair.
God, my dog is a wuss.