Yesterday morning,
My landlord (& my friend) was out mowing the three duplexes he owns on this street, along with his new helper.
I waved at him from down the block, as I was out in the yard. Next thing I know, comes urgent knocking and doorbell ringing. Typical Phillip; he usually stops by, brings beer. I usually have some of his brand in the fridge, as well.
When I opened the front door, he simply stuck a baby bunny in my hand, said "Here. Can you keep him inside, until I leave? I accidentally got him with the weed-eater."
The bunny was pretty scared, understandably, but calmed down pretty quickly, with some gentle soothing, cooing, and stroking. I took it into my bathroom / Bunny Hospital, to get it as doctored up as I can do with what I have, then turned it back loose where Phillip said it had come from, to let Nature do Her thing, either way.
I had it in my hand for around 30 minutes, certainly a unique, and delightful experience. I thought that some might like to see the pics I was able to one-hand with my iPud5, while holding onto a prob 2 wk old bunny.
Best regards,
guess after all these years, I'm
still Dr. Bones!
