About a month ago, Ginger (my large puppy) was scrambling around in the ferns up close to the house. Well, it turns out there were a couple of baby bunnies nesting in them and she flushed them out. Since it was dusk, I brought her in and figured the situation would resolve itself overnight.
Nope. The next morning one bunny was “hiding out” in plain sight on the driveway. It didn’t move as I approached it; so, I thought it was dead, scooped it up and put it in the trash can.
The other bunny was hiding in a clump of mondo grass and didn’t even move when I went to pick it up. I brought it in and put it in shoebox until I could figure out what to do with it. I started thinking about the first bunny … the one in the trash … and thought that maybe it was alive and just very scared. Yup! I pulled that bunny from the trash, wiped it off a bit and put it in the shoebox too.
After I posted a picture of the bunnies on Facebook, a friend recommended a wildlife rescue group and I called the phone number listed. The volunteer who returned my call recommended a couple of people who could foster the bunnies; one was more than happy to take them it. Hooray!!
So the bunnies in the shoebox got loaded into the car for the trip across town. I left the shoebox on her front porch and, a while later, she sent me this picture of them settling in. They were chowing down on alfalfa and drinking goat’s milk. She lives near White Rock Lake and said that eventually she would probably release them near the lake.
Sure enough, when I contacted her a couple weeks later, she said that they had been released and sent me pictures of them, thus ending the saga.