Motherhood for me also means bunnies. Two summers ago we rescued some baby bunnies from a flooded burrow. They were so little, they didn't even have their eyes open. Before you scold, we had to rescue them, they were swimming in 6+ inches of water at midnight, and we were having torrential downpours all night. Mama never came back. Sadly, two of the four babies didn't survive, but two did. They were so stinking cute. Stinky, too. I was sad when we released them, but happy that they were going to be fine. I still see the Hoppities in the front yard. One of them lets me get within a few feet of it, seeming to listen to me while I talk to it.
Wee little ones. They were so tiny.
Rambunctious little hoppity. Hey, Lady, where are the sweet potato vine leaves you promised?
This is one of the last pictures of the little ones. This was their release day, and they were happy to go.
Today I had a treat. Today I saw a grandbaby hoppity in the backyard. A very appropriate day to see the little one, and I couldn't help but smile.