Thursday, June 24, 2010
A Bun in the Sun
The very next day, the surviving bunster left the nest for good. Here are a few photos:
If I've learned one thing from this experience it's this: DON'T GET YER BUNNY WET!!! I swear they're descended from the Wicked Witch of the West - get 'em wet and they croak. I lost four bunnies to...dampness. The odds for newborn bunnies surviving are only about 20%, so this was a typical nest, I guess.
This morning, as I was eating breakfast, I saw a bunny hop through the yard next door...then another...another...another...another... Yup, FIVE bunnies off to do whatever bunnies do during the day (which includes making more bunnies, I'm certain). One of them was my little bunster. Now, just think...if all five in the nest had survived, there would be NINE bunnies living in the yard next door...and breeding...and at 5-9 kittens per litter, if say, only four of them were bunnettes (er...does...), and they split the difference at 7 kittens, that would soon be (if they didn't get wet) THIRTY-FOUR (check my math...) bunnies living next door and...well, you get the picture. Bunnypalooza... Mother Nature can be a snarky bitch, but she's also quite smart...and our vegetable garden is happy for that fact.
Don't count yer bunnies before they're hatched...it could get hare-y...or something...