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11 May 2009

I want a crop of baby buns!

(Well, not really.)

I knew any attempts at vegetable growing on my part in our current location were doomed when not only did the deer keep showing up, but this spring, I saw a bunny loitering about.

Oh, well--I'd been meaning to support the local farmers' market anyway...

And bunnies are pretty.
posted by Savannah 11 May | 21:39
Awww :)... We discovered a crop of baby bunnies several years ago when my husband was burning a brush pile. After the fire got going, several bunnies (not much bigger than the ones in the article, but their eyes were open and they could run) went scampering in all directions. We felt so guilt-ridden, even more so when my husband spotted one little bunny who hadn't run very far.

We didn't know if it was dying, or sickened by smoke inhalation, or just parayzed with fear, but my husband scooped it up and we ran inside with it, looking it over to make sure it wasn't injured. Then we wrapped it loosely in a soft towel and made it a nest of grass in a shoebox. By the next morning, it was still alive and was munching on the grass. We name it Phoenix and kept it until it was old enough to survive on its own, trying to be careful to not over-tame it.

We've had domestic bunnies over the years, and currently have three, but I always think about Phoenix when Spring rolls around and the wild bunnies start appearing in the yard.
posted by amyms 11 May | 22:31
These stories remind my of this rabbit song:

Goldcard (Charlie Campbell):
"Rabbit"


Long time ago
found a baby rabbit
that the cat brought in
she had chewed on it

Hanging from her teeth
sucky punctures
stains the fur [slings of fur?]
where it bleeds

Fit in my hand
its heart it beat so quickly
underneath

Line a box
with a blanket
put in lettuce
find a top for it

Couldn't set it down
not for a minute
not for an envelope [???]
nothing in it

Come on
never be afraid
of cats and dogs and cars
'cause we can build a shelter
a place to keep you warm
and move out of your home
live inside my home

Come on little bunny
I'll try to keep it straight
I know that choking's not affection
[if] you only breath again
we'd be home

I made such plans
I put us there
in fields of green
I'd take such care
if you hadn't slowly
cooled in my hands

Began to snow
as the gravey rabbit
lay in the ground
like it never happened
under the clover
under the snow
maybe it's not so cold
posted by D.C. 12 May | 18:22
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