This morning I woke up at our house with a wonderful idea for one of our planting beds. Since there’s no way to go back to sleep after having a wonderful idea, I got up. As I pulled on some clothes I looked out the window and, to my delight, saw a little rabbit busily digging near the stump of our old pear tree.
As I watched, it occurred to me the bunny in question was sort of chubby. As I watched it carefully gathering great mouthfuls of dry grass and carry them to the stump, I realized it–she–might be making a nest for a new litter of kits. Of course I woke up my darling C (we’d found two dead goldfinches yesterday and he needed some good animal-related news) and my mother-in-law. We watched for almost an hour.
Later, after rabbit had finished her work for the day, we decided to put a couple of large stones near the entrance to her burrow. We wanted to make sure the mower wouldn’t get too close and, since we get the occasional random neighbour dog wandering through, that it wouldn’t be easy for curious animals to dig there.
Later still, I was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes. I looked out the window to see the sign pictured above.
I love my husband.