Working Hard, and Bunny Sadness

Stace has been reorganizing the garage, redoing his cabinetry. While Violet and I were in Arizona, Stace and Cora finished the project, building the shallow shelves he sought to keep his tools in.

As usual, Cora was an excellent helper.

Beautiful job!

Cora also worked hard in the yard, enough to earn a tidy sum. She learned to to the string trimming, adding to her lawn care repertoire.

While Stace and Cora were working in the yard, Spencer brought in a second dead baby bunny, after I found him with one Friday morning. Then, after Cora buried Bunny No. 2, there was a third!

This one, like the Monty Python plague victim, wasn't quite dead yet. Cora cared for it as best as she could, and set it up on the hill in a hidden spot, with water and grass.

So cute. Cora visited it several times Sunday, and it seemed to be doing OK, well enough that she named it Twitch.

Alas, the final time she checked on it, it had passed on, apparently from internal wounds.

Stace and Cora made sure the cats were then in the house, but the next morning, another dead bunny on the lawn! This one had been torn up, so by something more wild than our cats (who were locked inside).

We kept them in for the next week. We are assuming a mama rabbit had a litter in a nearby yard, and then was killed or otherwise left them defenseless. In our 11 years in this house, we haven't seen rabbits in our yard, and our cats have never caught one.