Rabbits – at least the kind we have here in southern New Hampshire – are not good parents.
At least not good mothers.
At least in human terms.
Wild rabbits here in southern New Hampshire neither warren nor den. They spend their time above ground and out in the open.
Their young, likewise, are born above ground and in the open. If anything, they may have a cushion of leaves to lie back on.
But not grass. Grass is food to rabbits.
Rabbit mothers leave their kits (baby rabbits are called “kits” or “kitties” and “bunnies” in the vulgate) unprotected while they go off wining and dining and such.
We’d call Family Services if that happened.
Maybe we would.
People have a habit of minding other people’s business and ignoring their own when it suits them.
Back to Bunlets (our term for tiny little baby bunnies).
Thank goodness for their dun coloring.
Good camouflage, that.
And we must also consider that The Wild has perfected rabbits to survive.
At least for now.
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
I mean, what if The Wild is doing the same to us?
Just think of all those Family Services people without a job…