Bunnies

I think our block is turning into a game preserve.  Ducks, a hawk, the rabbits across the street, and now a cottontail  mother and at least one baby, in Mary's backyard.  I think they have tunneled in under her garage or hopped in via a board that's dropped down.  With my superior (eyeroll) tracking skills, I found a little place where something or somebody, has tried to dig.  It's too small for a dog and Sis isn't a digger.

                                                   
As I was snooping them out over in Mary's yard, she came in with her groceries.  When I told her about the rabbits, I wasn't sure how she'd respond, until I mentioned the baby one.  Bingo.  That got her and she broke into this giant grin.  She immediately wanted to know where they were, etc.  Knowing her, she'll be throwing dinner salad, sans dressing, out into her backyard in case they get hungry.

The problem here is one slick, fat, hunting gal who thinks Mary's yard, is her yard.  Rabbit smell is only going to make that yard fifty times more enticing, so we'll have to keep Mary's gate closed and ignore Sis's pleas to be let in.  I may have to find a pair of Bruce's hunting ear plugs to wear since Sis gets pretty whiny.  She'd  kill a rabbit in a heartbeat if she got the chance.  She killed a big rat up at the church the other night and luckily, I was not in attendance.  Her dad told her she was "mahvelous".  I told him to bathe her.  Grrrrooss.