Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Survivor, Nature-style
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Back in 1943, my grandmother who lived in this same town, had a nest below her bedroom window. One day the mother just didn't return. My parents took the 5 and we took turns feeding them some formula suggested by a veterinarian-friend of ours. 3 lasted only a day or two but two grew and thrived until late summer when they grazed on some grass that had weed-killer on it...where a neighbor's yard bordered our own.
I knew our bunnies COULD be saved, but I also knew the likelihood of survival was best if left to fend for themselves.
I think Survivor will probably find a winter home under my back porch and we will see him (or her with a brood) come spring.
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would choose bunny-happiness over corn and pumpkins.