One day, at the very beginning of the summer, I was walking in our small backyard and suddenly jumped when I almost stepped on something tiny and breathing. When my eyes focused on the thing, it took me a full few seconds to even realize what I was looking at: a baby bunny. A baby so small that my brain was trying to tell me it was impossible, yet there it was- a small, brown, scoop of a bunny- perfect and miniature. We named her Lemon.
Would you like to zoom in? Of course, you would. Who could possibly see something that small with the naked eye?
I looked it up online: Cottontail babies are extremely fragile and shouldn't be touched by a human. If they have fur, they can survive on their own, even if they are only the size of a lemon.
Every day for a week, we watched Lemon from the kitchen window. She was always munching clover somewhere in a 5ft square shady area of the yard. It would take a moment to find her because she could disappear behind a blade of grass. Lucky for her, we never mow the lawn anyway.
One day, Lemon was gone. She had grown to the size of a small grapefruit the last time I saw her. And I'm hoping, as the internet told me, that she was just ready to move on to a different clover patch. It makes me happy to imagine Lemon out there somewhere, and I wish her the best life a bunny can have.
Until next time, friends...