Animal Rescue Ashley

I'm sitting here with two itty bitty baby bunnies.

I noticed Lily going all crazy in the bushes so I went outside and heard an alarming squeak. I brought the dogs in and walked into the yard to see a frightened little bunny nestled in the grass.

Shit. Don't these animals know about the baby chicks and mice and birds I've killed and that I'm the unintentional Dr. Kevorkian of animal rescue?

I got a dishcloth and scooped him up out of the grass. He was plump and soft and sweet. His big feet rolled behind his ears as he laid in my hand and his wittle bitty bunny wunny nose wiggled. He looked shocked but fine. I put him in a plastic shoe box and then I remembered that Lily had been in the bushes and that this bunny didn't seem capable of running from there to the grass as quickly as would've been necessary. I think this one's big plan was to play possum and hope it worked out okay. It's lucky I intervened because this was probably not a good plan.

So I looked in the bushes and lo and behold, there was one skinnier, skittish bunny with some drops of blood on his tummy. I don't see any puncture wounds but his foot might be hurt.

I started looking around for a nest of nearby bunnies but then I wondered if I was confused by the Easter bunny and couldn't remember if bunnies have nests? I felt foolish then and came inside to Google, only to find out that bunnies DO have nests. I don't see any bunny nests around here though.

These bunnies are the cutest things in the whole wide world. My mom says I have to take them to the wildlife rehabilitation place. But...

I'm pretty sure the plump one wants me to be its mother. It loves me (or it is still in major shock, but I'm pretty sure it just loves me) and I love it too.

I called the wildlife place and they think I should bring them in. I sort of wish I had just said there was only one of them and then I could just keep the fat one and--what? Hope it's mother comes back tonight and they hop off together into the moonlight? That I could rehabilitate it to my yard and it would hang around out of gratefulness? That I'd have one more ungrateful being to take care of?

(our goldfish just died so there is a vacancy).

I know I've got to take it in with its sibling. But--I read that sometimes places that rehab birds of prey or snakes feed the injured baby bunnies to those animals...that would be pretty terrible. In that case, it would have a better chance at my house.

Barely.