I was looking for the fairy-tale ending for the nest of baby bunnies in my yard. I worked hard, walking the dogs on leashes so as to leave the yard a bunny-safe zone.
Momma Bunny was supposed to come back and care for the brood
until they were old enough to hop away and live happily ever after. But as we
all know, in real life, sometimes your prince doesn't come -- and as it turns
out, sometimes neither does Momma Bunny.
When I last posted, I had checked in with the experts, wildlife
rehabilitators, who are trained and experienced in dealing with many
wildlife issues, including the inevitable bunny-nest in the yard. They
explained that sometimes Mom slips in at dusk or dawn and you may not be able
to tell she was there. Don't panic, they said! I strategically placed
very light twigs in a crossed pattern over the nest the next evening,
hopeful that Mom would show and my fairy-tale would be preserved. Sadly, the
next morning, all was exactly how I'd left it.


