Everyday I have had to be watering my flowers on the porch because it has been so hot, in the high 90's. I have been giving them all a good soaking. Daily! Today I start watering the plants in the whiskey barrel and it comes alive. Little wet bunnies hopping over the edge and leaping off the porch. Tiny little bunnies!
What a shock. How long have they been there. Some mom bunny climbed on my porch, into my planter and had babies. What a wet life they have had so far.
How could I have not known? Would she have moved them there during the night? Do bunnies move their babies like cats do? Scattered all the yard, little shivering wet bundles of fur. I felt terrible. Then over my head, from the wreath on the porch the last remaining baby robin took off for its first flight to join the other.
Both parents then screeched at me and commences diving at my head. Connected a couple of times also. What! All I wanted to do was water my lousy flowers. I dropped the hose and ran. I sure hope they all make it. I will feel terrible if there are little fluffy dead things all over my yard. Angry accusing robins screaming at me from the trees. They even followed me into the back yard. Thats it. That wreath is going and I am planting cactus in the whiskey barrel. I can only live with so much quilt.