Bunnies here, bunnies there, bunnies everywhere. It must be Easter!
Bunny in my cup....
or this cup....
or that cup.
Bunny shaped cookies to go with that coffee or tea...
Ticklish bunny. Tickle, tickle, tickle...
playtime turns to naptime...
This is a good spot.
Now we're talkin'!
New take on The Tortoise and The Hare.
One autumn day, when I was about 5 years old, my dad was raking and burning leaves, back when we did that sort of thing. Our dog Snoopy (yes, he was part Beagle) came up to my dad with something in his mouth. My dad put his hand out and Snoopy gently set a baby bunny in his hand. Then Snoopy trotted away, came back with another, dropped him into my dad's hand, trotted away and came back with a third bunny. Three teeny tiny baby bunnies Snoopy saved. I'm guessing the burning leaves must have been near the nest.
My dad told me to go find a container for the bunnies and I came out with one of those orange, plastic Jack-O-Lantern Halloween containers used for candy collecting. By this time, Mrs. Mack was there. We had two elderly neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Mack. They were like grandparents to me. Mrs. Mack took me to her house, where she took an old sheet and some thread and fashioned three tiny beds and pillows for the bunnies so they'd be comfy in the Jack-O-Lantern. I carried them around that evening and wanted to keep them, but Dad said they belonged in the wild. The next morning, he took them out and found a place for them. I wasn't allowed to see where exactly, because I would probably go looking for them.
I have no idea what happened, but I hope they lived. They were soooo tiny, I think they probably would've needed milk. I wonder where the mother was. Let's hope Dad found the nest, that it wasn't destroyed by burning leaves, that Mama Bunny was reunited with them and all lived happily ever after.
There goes Peter Cottontail...
I hope the Easter Bunny was good to you!