Easter Bunny

Every spring, a mother bunny builds her nest in our back yard somewhere, and we've had numerous incidents between dogs and bunnies over the years. I'm pretty sure those bunnies eat my flowers and my garden lettuce, so I don't have any great fondness for them.

So, last week, I heard my children screaming outside in such a way as to make me think someone was seriously hurt. I jumped up and ran through the house toward the back deck, and imagine my surprise when I was greeted by a little boy holding a baby bunny in his very own grimy hands. Apparently our Golden Retriever Lexi had "retrieved" this baby bunny from our landscaping, and Christopher rescued the bunny from Lexi's mouth. Sarabeth was beside herself with joy and reported that she had wanted a baby bunny "her whole life." The children spent the next two hours holding the bunny, petting the bunny, building a habitat for the bunny, and holding the bunny some more. At first, the bunny was shaking, but after a few minutes, it relaxed completely and seemed to enjoy being held and cuddled. We called the vet and looked online to learn more about baby bunnies, and after a couple of hours, the children decided to put the bunny back in the landscaping where they found it, so it's mother could find it and nurse it later in the night. Science Lesson: check.