Life in the country/ poor bunnies
We are more city than country here. The front of our house is like all the others in the cul de sac, but we back up to the flood control creek and green belt. All of our neighbors take care of their parts of the green belt, so I think it is rather pretty. This gives us more property, a hill, bank, and creek.
Country life happens, and it is so sad sometimes. In the past we have seen hawks or other birds grab bunnies. (We never let our puppies outside alone until rather were rather large.)
Two days ago my dog was interested in something that was not dead. A baby bunny had gotten into our fenced in dog yard. My husband was home, and managed to get the dogs inside, and grab the bunny. It was scratched, but alive. All the time I saw our dog playing with it, the mother (or at least an adult rabbit) was on the other side of the fence. My husband took the bunny from the yard, and put it a safe distance from the yard where I hope the rabbit can find it and help it.
This is not really life in the country, but just a beginning of what many of you live all the time. As I think about the poor baby bunny, I realize that many of you have to go much farther in your yards to provide humane treatment to animals.
Do you grow up learning this? My brain is going to raising chickens, breeding dogs and cats, all kinds of life situations that most of us do not know how to handle.
I commend you for your abilities to handle your lives as well as most of you do. Calling 911 or the animal control may not be an option for you. Even trying to get a neighbor to help may be out of the question.
I love to read what you are doing, and often I do not have much to say. I get so much help here, but sometimes our lives are so different -- or maybe not.
I just keep wondering if that little bunny is alive, and how many litters will it have in no time at all that will ruin my roses.