Nothing to look at, folks. Move along.
My daughter was in the shower at the time, so her friend Eleanor, who was staying the weekend with us, went with me to the garage. There, we began collecting bunnies, most of which were still innocent enough to believe that if they remained absolutely still behind a pea-size leaf, they were invisible. A few, however, darted outside and into a hole I hadn't noticed before.
Holes in our yard aren't unusual. We probably have more craters per square foot than the moon. Our poor dogs are forever limping from having twisted an ankle in one of the many poorly placed bunny bunkers. I once witnessed a squirrel do a rather elegant parachute roll after stumbling across a hare pit while attempting to flee from an equally rabbit hole-handicapped dog.
Most of the holes are rather puny affairs, with the excavation abandoned because of roots or rocks, so when I saw a second baby rabbit disappear into the ground, followed by the largest of our full-grown females, I grabbed a flashlight and went to investigate.
This was no minor hole. My rabbits had constructed an underground cave. I reached in as far as I could and felt around. Nothing. Found a rake and poked the handle end into the hole and could not reach the back. I could hear the din from a distant wee television, could feel the hum of their mini fridge. I yelled into the hole. My voice echoed.
I looked around for a doorbell, but it hadn't yet been installed, so I decided to move a few feet away and wait. It didn't take long for a curious baby to peek out. I quickly nabbed it. The mama bunny wasn't far behind, so I reached in and got hold of her and tugged her ample body out of the hole.
Yes, I pulled my own hare out.
And now I'm working on re-homing some rabbits.
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