Lucky Bunny

I was scouting around the backside of the house looking for debris to go in the dumpster which departs tomorrow and checked the window well. Sitting at the bottom of the window well (about six feet deep) was an indignant looking bunny rabbit. Jack crawled into the window well with a box and gloves. I stood at the top of the well. Jack sort of scooped the rabbit into the box while lifting it, and I lifted from the top as soon as I could reach it. The rabbit leaped out of the box and dashed down the fence line, greatly entertaining the dogs. (We are keeping the Furry Golden Horde for the next ten days.)

Since we never ever look in that window well, I figure the rabbit was pretty lucky that I had to go to the north side of the house to look for trash. Jack went off to buy a window well cover.

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  1. Well, this story warms my heart, as you can imagine. How strange that you should look there just then. Lucky bunny, indeed 🙂

    Re the Golden Horde – my parents bred Shelties, I grew up with a hoarde of them – beautiful dogs – even if a little nervy!

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