rabbits

Easter fun in the garden

Over the last few weeks we’ve caught glimpses of a sweet cottontail rabbit in our garden.  I was fortunate enough to have my camera and my new telephoto lens close at hand when the dogs alerted me to the bunny’s arrival a few days ago.  Barking furiously, they acted as though we were under attack!

When i looked outside the front door – there he was — Peter Cottontail — taking a peek at my garden.

I snuck out the garage to get a better shot without the front door glass.

He stood still for a while, and then decided that he’s better high tail it out of there!

He was in the back yard two nights ago, nibbling on grass, when I took Max out back on the leash.  He’s still healing from a cut on his leg, so he isn’t supposed to be sprinting across the yard.  It’s a darn good thing for that bunny, because he would have taken off after him like a shot!  As it was, he let us stand and watch him for a few minutes and then turned tail and slipped through the fence.  I’m crossing my fingers that he doesn’t find the vegetable garden!

I took a social media break and enjoyed a lovely day with my family yesterday, so here’s wishing you had a Happy Easter.

By | April 17th, 2017|rabbits, Sharing Nature's Garden, wildlife|0 Comments

Ah ha — garden guest uncovered!

Ok…this post is from Tanner.

I’ve been trying to help my mom decipher the garden salad bar thief mystery.
I keep snooping around…
looking…
sniffing…
barking…
and, yes, eating.
Today I finally led her to the best clue. She was sneaking up on me, hoping to find me doing something mischievous (who, me?).
And I had my nose deeply buried in the grass, chomping on a little snack.
What did she find when she came over? Rabbit turds! Yumm-o.
She was grossed out, needless to say, and shoed me away for further inspection of the clues.

So, now she can set about fixing some of the gaps under the garden fence and keep that little bunny out of the salad bar.
I mean, if she put up that fence to keep ME from eating tomatoes, and I LIVE here, then no rabbits should be allowed in there to get what I can’t have.
Don’t you think that’s only fair?
I’ll be on careful watch now to make sure the bunny doesn’t come back in the yard, either.
That’s my job, after all!
I’m a good boy. That’s all for my post today, now I’ll turn it back over to Mom!
— Tanner
Mom, here. Ok – I decided everyone needs to come out of the greenhouse before next week’s trip to Indiana. Here’s the last photo of the plants all nestled in their winter beds.

A few plants are happily blooming in the warmth of the greenhouse, like this hibiscus.
Bougainvilla
Geranium
Dutchman’s pipe in full, fragrant bloom.
In addition to the tropical plants, now all the veggies have to go into the veggie garden. So I have been composting and planting and digging out grubs today.
Took a lunch break, but now I have to get back out there. We’re supposed to have chances of rain, glorious rain, from Sunday through Thursday and I want to make sure the veggies are ready for it.

Meet Momma Bunny…


This morning, while keeping close watch on the dog, I turned the corner and found Momma Bunny hadn’t quite skeedaddled for the day. I think she was checking out the new chicken wire on the garden.

Just a few feet away, is the table I placed over the baby nest to keep out the rain and lawnmower and NOT the dog. Clearly that wasn’t nearly enough of a deterrent for him.

So, I’m the dog police for a few more weeks and I might take pity on Momma Bunny and put her some acceptable food out there — OUTSIDE of the garden. And, as long as she isn’t eating my plants, she’s kinda cute, isn’t she?

By | April 24th, 2008|Blog, Garden, rabbits, Sharing Nature's Garden|0 Comments

Oh, baby …

If you look closely, you can see snippets of fluff, rabbit fur and soft downy bird feathers lining this little … bunny nest. Filled with sweet, little cottontails.

Sigh.

Sigh.


And here you see what’s in the direct line of sight of the baby bunnies and their Momma. Sigh.

It’s about a 20 foot hop to my garden.

My garden with the large gap under the gate.

My garden with the huge fencing squares that a raccoon would fit through. (Remember, I built it to keep out DOGS, not bunnies, since at that time, I had no bunnies, just tomato-eating dogs.)

Now I have bunnies.


So, tomorrow’s post will likely be about the misery of working with chicken wire!