watership down

while brainstorming for a backyard project i absentmindedly pulled giant weeds from the 'project' spot.

about a half hour later we discover dead baby bunnies in our dog's mouth.

hm. oops.

we have so many bunnies we should have just found a way to humanely put them down but

when you look at a little tiny cute bunny.... somehow... we just can't elmer fudd them into oblivion.... despite the fact that you have to spray something that smells like coyote tinkle on your garden every month because of all the stinking bunnies.

it's not dead...yet.  it did die later.  i wouldn't show it but it's the only good picture of a baby bunny i have.  hizazzle says it was a good lesson for p on life and death.

i'd rather those lessons be taught with the mangy half wild cats in our neighborhood instead of baby bunnies.

i hate those cats.  i need to get a sling shot.

i have no problem singing 'kill the cat' fudd style.

despite the fact that the dog killed two and injured one there were lots left.

here is the plan:

temporary shelter.

that is not a dairy crate.... ahem.

reason for temporary shelter.  a dingo ate her baby.

solution.

finito.  a few days later the mama bunny moved them out of there but it saved them from the ultimate doggy end for a couple of days.

now we can look forward to the dingo getting their fleas later in the summer.

bunnies.