Wabbit Season

When we pulled into the driveway after officially arriving home from vacation, we spotted a tiny bunny rabbit loping across the neighbor's yard. Within moments, the kids were in love. Apparently the bunny, along with 2 siblings, had been relocated by the golden retriever who lives there. I lobbied for the bunnies to stay outside, to fend for themselves, but 1) one bunny had already died 2) we had just introduced two new predators in the form of our outdoor cats, Smoky and Hershey. I was still not convinced, and have never felt more like a vice president - no real power in the midst of the political system surrounding me. "Congress" was busily cooing and fawning, and the "President" was staring at me with his big brown eyes ... The bunnies' fate was inevitable.

Because Jeff and I had just returned from Florida and the kids had spent that time in a certain coastal South Carolina town, we decided to name the little darlings Fernandina and Charleston.

Fern and Charlie for short. 

Fern on the left, Charlie on the right.

You can tell this is Charlie because he has jaunty black eyebrows, and a tiny white splotch on his head.

Fern is darker and smaller.

It's been a lot of fun feeding the babies, I have to admit. They've been getting a nice selection of "whatever's in my fridge", mainly arugula, celery leaves, spinach, parsley, carrot, cabbage, and broccoli, along with carefully selected greens from outside like grass, dandelions, clover leaves flowers, etc. 

Fern nibbling a piece of spinach.

Because we aren't sure of their actual age, we're also feeding Fern and Charlie a mixture of kitten milk and heavy cream, which they seem to love. Here, Kaity is holding Charlie steady while I use the syringe to carefully feed him.