Gotta Love the suburbs

Last week an acquaintance discovered this bunny nest under the slide at the playground.  Unfortunately, she discovered it by accidentally stepping on one of these precious bunny babies.  We heard a "squeak squeak squeak," she looked down and screamed.  I won't say anymore about the bunny stomping other than that the poor thing was crawling around dragging its lifeless limbs.  Ugh, thinking about it makes me sick.  I agonized over the bunny nest for days, worrying that another unwitting mother would crush another pair of fragile bunny legs.

For the next few days, Henry and I returned to the park to check on the bunnies. On the day pictured above, they were peacefully nestled into the nest that had grown into a 6 inch high mound.  A few minutes a family of four children and mom arrived at the park.  They had been monitoring the nest for a week, and the mom had also been agonizing about the bunny nest.  She later had her kids draw up signs to alert park visitors to take care when near the bunny nest.

This is one of the great things about the suburbs.  We're not worrying about the homeless glue huffer in the back alley (we had one) or the prostitutes outside our door at 3am (we had those too), but instead we are ALL worrying about the 5 baby bunnies at our kids' park.  I LOVE IT!