Last year in July, we found a teeny tiny baby rabbit in the barnyard. It was all alone in the straw under the lean-to. The bunny was incredibly small – only a little bit bigger than one of the chicken’s eggs.
Was she an orphan? I did a bit of research and found out that a mother rabbit will feed her babies in the morning and evening and leave the nest for the rest of the day.
Maybe she wasn’t abandoned after all.
I didn’t give the bunny, who we immediately named Bunny Foo Foo, much of a chance of survival. Doink frequents the lean-to and it’s one of his favorite places to nap. That could have been one squished baby bunny.
Lo and behold, Bunny Foo Foo survived. She took up residence under the goat shed and I saw her most every day hopping around behind the garage. (I knew she was a smart bunny, because Keela can’t get behind the garage.)
Now, we have about a million rabbits in our neighborhood and any given morning I see six or so when I go out and get the paper. But as far as I can tell, only Bunny Foo Foo lives under the goat shed.
Or so I thought.
Meet Son of Foo Foo! I spotted him peeking out from under the goat shed stairs earlier this month. He was about the size of a softball. I see him almost every day now. He’s cute as a button. Cute as a reckless button.
Son of Foo Foo is not as smart as his mom. He likes to hang out in the yard next to the gate to the barnyard. The yard that Keela lives in. The yard Keela hunts down rabbits in. I now must check before I open the door and let Keela out. There have been a couple of close calls. I hope Son of Foo Foo gets smarter soon.
Mom is still a savvy rabbit. I see her in the barnyard, I see her behind the garage. I’ve NEVER seen her in the yard. She’s one smart bunny.