Five Baby Rabbits versus My Garden!

Everything comes to life in spring. My terrier found baby rabbits hiding in our raised garden five little ‘uns, with their heads stuck in the concrete blocks, as if they thought themselves hidden.

I shooed the dog away, picked them up, and, laid them, one by one, in my shirttail.
James rigged a dog pen with chicken wire, and we bottle fed them for several weeks.

The brown terrier, same color as the rabbits, sat by the cage every day. One time I came out to find all the rabbits sitting in a row in front of her, their faces turned up like students in a classroom. They didn’t care that the terrier panted with a toothy smile, that she drooled as she kept watch over them.

I don’t know if it was her size that tricked them, or her color, but I can imagine that’s how the story of Little Red Riding Hood came to be.
We turned them loose when they were big enough to nibble the grass down.