The weather has been flat out weird, and now is going from late winter to summer with nothing in between. Insects are already a huge problem, and I’m even having to change what I do and how I do it to meet the challenge. Nothing, however, prepared me for what happened Thursday night. I came home and began spraying the yard with its weed portion (having wisely decided not to feed, or at least not yet) and got the house yard. As I moved across and into the back pasture, I sprayed around where I park. As I sprayed behind and beside the car, the ground erupted. Yep, five or six baby bunnies burst up from their shallow nest and proceeded in about every direction. They looked to be about a week or so old (easily could have fit in my hand), and one of the little tykes made straight at me. I told it that if I were indeed the big bad wolf, it would already be gone, but it ignored me and ended up almost on my foot. I finally moved it along with the bottle of weed killer, and got it headed in the rough direction of its siblings. I haven’t seen any signs of obvious munching by anyone (had Jenny seen them she would have been whipping up a batch of bunny burgers post haste), but did notice one of the feral cats out in the back pasture last night. I didn’t get any pictures immediately, but here is a photo I took Friday evening of one of them:
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