I hate to say this, but when God was handing out brains, rabbits were in another line.
Oh, they’re cute, all right. And they can hop and run fast. And I’ve never heard of one attacking anything (except, perhaps a veggie garden!)
But why are mama rabbits so dumb?
I mean, we have a large, fenced backyard, perfect for the Sheltie to run. We have trees and bushes, where the Sheltie can lounge or play hide-and-seek.
It’s not a yard where anybody would be dumb enough to drop their litter of babies, then run off and ignore them for hours on end.
But leave it to an as-yet-unseen Mama Bunny — that’s just what she did.
The other day, I watched from a window while the Sheltie went out to potty. He doesn’t get a cookie reward unless he accomplishes something, and I’ve known him to fib!
Well, he kept nosing around this one spot, circling it, examining it, curiosity written all over his furry face.
He’d found something.
Having just proofed an article on rabies in wildlife that a friend had penned for the local newspaper, I feared the worst.
A dead animal. With rabies.
So I braved the outdoors to check. What I saw was a patch of rabbit’s fur on the ground, and the fur was moving!
Mama Bunny had thrown caution to the wind and dropped her babies right in my backyard. Right where the Sheltie could get at them, if he was so inclined.
Now every time he goes out, I’m having to remind him to keep away from that bunny hole. So far, he seems to understand.
But he’s mighty curious. And every time the door opens, he high-tails it outside, right to THE SPOT.
Where he watches. And listens. And sniffs.
I can only hold him off so long. When those babies pop out of that hole, he’s going to have a field day herding them around the yard!
If the neighbor’s cats don’t get them first.