Bunny napper

I can think of nothing but bunnies.

When I am home I am looking out the window to see that nothing is bothering the bunnies or if the momma bunny is visiting the nest, or if the storm is drowning them, or if the sun is too hot, or if the air is too cold, and on and on. If I am away from home I am wondering if they are okay, if the devil is bothering them or if one of the neighborhood cats or worse, the fox, has discovered them. I am worried that the lawn guys will forget about them and squish them.

They keep ending up out of the little fenced in area of the nest. I didn't think it was the devil because she doesn't look guilty every time I hunt them down in the grass (which is getting kind of long and easy for a 2 inch long bunny to hide in around the un-mowed nest area) she doesn't look guilty at all.

Evan got home before me today and called me in a panic because none of the bunnies were in the nest when he got home from school and he (says that he) caught the devil with one in her mouth AGAIN. It was unharmed. I suspect the devil wants to be their mom because (see photo above) she doesn't hurt them at all and also because when I pulled in to the driveway and I sat in the car for a second gathering the emotional strength to go on a bunny hunt, fearing the worst of course, the devil greeted me with her version of an olive branch. It was very sweet. So I choose to think of the devil as a bunny napper, you know the kind of napper that steals a kid because they don't have a kid and raises the stolen kid as their own, as opposed to a serial bunny muncher, who might find baby bunnies to be a tasty high protein treat, and just can't stop getting caught red handed while attempting to eat them, but safely before she takes the actual first bite. It helps me sleep at night.

Then, later tonight, when we got home from dinner out, we inadvertently scared the mama away from the nest, but I noticed that the babies had big round bellies, so I am assuming that they had already been nursed. We watched as the biggest of the babies, the one Matt calls Biff, crawled/jumped/flipped himself out of the nest (all with his eyes still closed) and to the grassy area where I keep finding them every time I put their fuzzy little sweet cutenesses back into the nest. I think I have to let them be, step back, let it go, relax, relinquish control to the universe. But seriously? They are SO CUTE I could cuddle and nuzzle them all day. Except I don't because I secretly fear I am going to catch something from them, so I just put them back into the nest and run inside to wash my hands for the bajillionth time.

Tomorrow I will take more photos (if I can find the bunnies in the forest of grass surrounding the nest in the morning) they have grown quite a bit in the 2 days I have been obsessing about observing them. Their ears are becoming more pronounced and their fur is even changing to a lighter color. Maybe their eyes will open! It's so exciting. I just love those little guys.