Everything in Nature suggests the infinite. ~Henry James Slack, English journalist, activist, and science writer
I
Wondered
Why my new
Plants didn’t seem
To be growing well.
I peeked a bit closer
And saw a nest of babies!
Bunnies tucked into each other,
Fast asleep in my whiskey barrel.
Eating my snapdragons and my dahlia.
What was their mother thinking, I wondered,
As I stood and watched them slowly stir.
Didn’t she smell my Monkey dog
And know he’d be after her
And those babies as soon
As they vaulted free
From their cocoon?
Another
Problem.
Sigh.
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Debbie, that nest of baby snuggle-bunnies is sooooooooooooooo cute! And perhaps it will work out that the mother bunny will sense the perfect time to remove her babies before Monk finds them.
Or, perhaps Monk will let them be, without disturbing.
Either way, I have a feeling it will work out well.
*and remember: “You’re nobody till some BUNNY loves you.” Lol!
Great photo capture and poem, my friend! Have a superb Sunday!
X
Aren’t they just darling, Ron? Every time I take Monk outside, I bend over to peek at them — and when I see them looking back at me, I just have to hold myself back from picking them up and holding them (especially when the last couple of nights, the temp has dipped down into the 40s!!)
I imagine Mama Bunny figured her brood would be safe, tucked into a planter and off the ground. And gee, she figured they’d be able to chomp on all those tasty leaves while they’re growing. I don’t know if the plants will recover — I just hope the babes get big and strong, then pop out of there soon!
Happy Sunday! xx
We had a mother bunny make a bunny nest in the pot outside our front door one year. I think she thought they were safer higher off the ground. My dog, I think it was Katie but it might have been Bonnie, never even noticed. Of course the dog was always on a leash and for a period of time we didn’t use the front door.
I can remember Dallas watching a nest full of baby bunnies, wriggling and looking incredibly cute, and not bothering them at all! Monk, of course, is his own dog, and I just can’t trust him around them. I know he knows they’re in there — he’s definitely seen them — but I go out with him all the time … and regularly caution him to Leave It! Let’s hope his Puppy School education kicks in, ha!
Gosh, so cute… hard to be tough on that Mama. 😉
She did do a good job, Eliza. Every day it seems they’re bigger, and now their eyes are open. Shouldn’t be too long before they pop out of there!
Oh dear. So precious, yet so vulnerable! Dogs and bunnies definitely don’t mix, so hopefully Monkey won’t get his chance. It’s like the circle of life around here. 🙄😑
I know, right? Since the planter is in our back yard, I always accompany Monk out to do his pottying. It’s fenced, but I don’t trust him to leave those babies alone — and besides, this way, I can keep an eye on their progress, too. Still, I worry about the neighborhood cats — and the hawks, owls, and other things that might find a bunny yummy….
What an exciting discovery! Baby bunnies are the cutest things, and from her perspective, their mama probably had found the perfect place. She obviously didn’t know two things: that there was a four-footed one around, and that she’d inspire a poet with her nest! I really like both the photo and the etheree, Debbie.
Thanks, Linda. I’m not a poet, but I rather enjoy the challenge of conveying my thoughts and feelings in poetic form. An etheree is satisfying on so many counts.
Yes, Mama Bunny knew she was leaving the wee ones with healthy plants for them to nibble on. Snapdragons, begonia, and dahlia are edible and non-toxic to humans and animals. We haven’t had rain in a while, though, and they’re starting to look puny (guess the babies don’t help with that!)
What a wonderful photo! Those tiny nibblers are so sweet.
They are darling, Laurie, but I’m hoping they’ll grow fast and hop on out of there soon. I’m flat-out weary over worrying about something (not Monk!) getting them. Monk, I can control sort of; the neighbors’ cats? not so much.
Just another one of nature’s gifts we one takes the time to look. 🙂
They’re getting bigger every day now, Frank. I’ve seen them tunneling in my potting soil between the dahlia and the snapdragons — so cute! Funny, but I’ve yet to see Mama Bunny, though I suspect she’s been watching me and Monk!
Baby bunnie within sniff shot of Monkey? Good question. What was that mother thinking?
I wonder if Mama Bunny somehow knew I’d keep Monk away from her babies?!? Of course, I’ve got to sleep at night, and that’s when the cats are out doing cat-things. If I could protect those babies any more, I would. I can’t bear the thought of something catching and eating them.
So sweet! Hopefully Monkey won’t notice them until they’re big enough to move somewhere safer. I guess it’s almost impossible for a bunny mum to find a place that’s completely safe – looks like she’s done as well as she could!
Well, Eagle-eye Monkey has already smelled them! But I’m keeping a close watch to make sure that’s ALL he does. So far, so good. They’re growing nicely, despite the chilly nights we’ve had of late. Now I have to worry about the deluge we’re expecting from some tropical storm headed our way from Texas. Gee, it’s always something, isn’t it?!
Oh my, sleeping bunnies are so sweet! I hope you manage to keep Monkey from disturbing them until they are well on their way to adulthood. Enjoy!
Barbara, they’re getting bigger — and cuter! — by the day now. Their little eyes are open and watch me with innocent curiosity when I’m outdoors with the Monk. I haven’t seen Mama Bunny, but I know she’s watching over them. When she feeds them, though, is a puzzle — I’ve missed that “show” entirely!
Sweetness.
They sure are — and they’re growing nicely. Some Bunny Mama did good!
It amazes me that there are any bunnies left in the world, because they seem to be come from such random nests! We used to have two dogs, one of which had a very strong prey-drive, and yet a rabbit chose the grass in the middle of our lawn to make a nest for her babies. I tried my best, but I don’t think any survived.
I’m sorry, Ann. I too wonder how baby bunnies survive when their mamas “plant” them any old place! Dallas sort of seemed to feel he was their guardian — he’d watch the babies’ progress and steer clear of bothering them. It was more of a challenge with Monk, who I suspect will delight in chasing them, once they’re out and about!
It was hard not to respond negatively when Lucy would proudly bring me a dead baby bunny. She thought she’d done something great, but I looked at it very differently…..