The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. ~Nicholas Sparks, American best-selling novelist, screenwriter, and film producer
The nest is empty
My baby bunnies are gone
Successfully hatched!
Note: Another in the Thankful Thursday series, in which we focus on things we’re grateful for.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Debbie, that’s AWESOME! And it’s definitely something to be thankful for!
I knew it would all work out for the best!
Have a fabulous Thursday, my friend! X
I’m glad you were more optimistic about growing these bunnies than I was, Ron! They were just so tiny, and that brought out my “helicopter mom” persona, ha! I felt sure I could keep Monk away from them, but my neighborhood has LOTS of cats, and I went to sleep every night, just knowing I was going to hear that “cat siren” when one of them snatched a baby!
Now that they’re gone, I had to let everybody know. Being “nanny” to a nest-full of bunnies is no job I want again any time soon! xx
Phew! I’m so glad they made it! You must be relieved, even if you do miss seeing those sweet little bunnies. 💙
Barbara, I took enough pictures that I can revisit the experience any time I want — which is sooo much easier on my nerves than babysitting them!
That’s good news! At least now you can feel they have a fighting chance against the world.
I hope you’re right, Kelly. Just after they’d all launched from the whiskey barrel, Monk found one lurking by the fence line … and when I heard it screech, I almost fainted! I don’t believe Monk got it, but if the babies are still hanging around the yard, I’m going to have to be extra-vigilant to keep him away from them.
Oh dear. At the risk of sounding unfeeling, you can’t really worry about it at this point. They have a lot bigger things to fear out there than Monkey, and he’s just doing what comes naturally. It was a learning curve for me when I moved to the country 40 years ago. The circle of life and all.
Logically, I know you’re right, Kelly. But I’d rather the cats get the bunnies than Monkey. He’s getting quality food in the portions that I control — and no way he needs more!
It’s the thrill. 😒 We’ve had several dogs who loved the challenge.
Sounds like Monkey. With some breeds, you just can’t do enough to keep them out of mischief!
Great news, Debbie. Thanks for the update.
You’re very welcome, John. I feel like somebody lifted an anvil off my back!
I’ll bet.
Yay! The babies are out into the world. Best of luck to them!
Indeed. They were just so tiny that I still fear for them. So many things can snatch a baby bunny — from hawks and owls to cats (and little Monkey!)
Yes, so true! This is from Watership Down: All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you…
I like that quote and find it so true! Everything’s out to get something, isn’t it? Being as fast as a bunny helps. I’ve seen them squeeze through chain-length fences, slip beneath wooden privacy fences, and sit so still that you’d think they were statues.
Have you read Watership Down. If not, it’s very much worth reading.
Thanks for the recommendation. No, I haven’t read it, but I’ll check into it. As long as all the bunnies don’t die, I’ll be okay!
Thankful for little things is a good reminder for all. Cheers to the next chapter of the bunny family.
I like to think you’re right, Frank. I know rabbits have short lives (about a year in the wild), and they spend most of their lives in the same 10-acre area. Hardly seems fair, when they’re so cute!
Congratulations!
Thank you! Now they’re Somebody Else’s problem, not mine!
💕 🐰
Thanks, Eliza!
Believe me — as one who’s worried over baby ducks and baby possums, I know the relief of finally getting the young ‘uns on their way without any tragedies. On the other hand, I came to realize as I watched groups of baby ducks decline from 14 to 9 to 7 to 3 that, if every one of them survived, we’d be up to our hips in ducks, and there would be so many starvation would be the next threat. So, nature does her thing to keep the world balanced–while we give thanks that we’re not in charge!
Linda, I know you’re right. If everything that was born survived, our world would be overrun. And that’s probably Monk’s idea of Heaven, going out in the back yard and finding it FULL of bunnies to chase! Still, I just can’t stand to think of them caught in the clutches of something bigger like a cat or a hawk. I guess I’m a softie! I never did 4-H either — couldn’t bear to think that a critter I’d raised with love would eventually find its way onto somebody’s dinner table!
I’m so glad the bunnies matured and launched!
Me, too, Ann. I’m glad they’re gone and no longer my “problem”!
Happy to know that the bunnies had a very nice entering into their world. Nice little poem. ❤️
Thanks, TD. I’m just glad they’re Somebody Else’s problem now. I did what I could for them; if they’d stayed in that lovely planter longer, I’d have continued doing for them. At least they’re not like some kids who come back home, bringing all their dirty clothes!
So glad they made it and you can relax! Monkey will be glad to get the run of the yard again too, I imagine!
Well, he does keep searching for them! He races from one side of the yard to another, pausing in between to sniff around the empty planter where their nest was. I keep reminding him they’re gone, but I see a lot of doubt in his eyes!
😂Poor Monkey! He probably thinks you’ve hidden them!
Exactly! Like an Easter Egg hunt, only with live tidbits!