This weekend, while putting Ava down for a nap, David came running in from mowing the lawn shouting something about baby bunnies. Sometimes I fall asleep while putting Ava to sleep, so I thought I might be delirious, but as it turned out, look what we found in our backyard:
There were originally six, but one of them died of a heat stroke before we got them inside. Bunnies, as you may not know, are extremely sensitive to heat - we had them when I was a kid and we lost one to a heat stroke before we knew. So, we have five baby bunnies currently! Four are perfectly healthy, rambunctious little effers cutie pies, and one is unfortunately hurt pretty badly, as we rescued him from the grips of our next door neighbor's Great Dane. I'm hoping he makes a full recovery, but it's not looking that good. He isn't able to walk currently for one reason or another (likely broken bones, since there are no obvious puncture wounds), and so I'm currently hand-feeding him Kitten Milk Replacement (that was the pet stores recommendations since they're only weeks old!) from a medicine dropper in the hopes he'll live. Yes, we're suckers at my house!
Update: Sebastian, our hurt bunny, passed away last night :((((((((