Monday, June 04, 2007

I Am Not Now, Nor Have I Ever Been, Farmer MacGregor

It would take a cold heart indeed not to melt upon finding these li'l guys in the lawn:

Here's Flopsy:


An' here's Mopsy:


Wonder Woman wouldn't let the dogs out after she found these two this afternoon. She kept hoping that Mrs. Cottontail would come along, scold her charges for running off, and chivvy them back home for chamomile tea and biscuits. By my arrival home, she had not appeared, so I gathered them up gently in a tea-towel and carried them one by one into the rather overgrown blueberry patch and laid them carefully out of sight behind the milkweed. By the time I'd brought Mopsy up, Flopsy had already hippity-hopped off into the bushes, so I think they'll be safe.

5 comments:

EmployeeoftheMonth said...

Those guys are adowlable, er, endowable, er adorable.

Remind me to tell you about the time my greyhound found a litter of newborn kitten in the shed, smart person that WW.

JD said...

Probably everybody's got a story about infant wild things, like the time my husband let the Lads keep an orphaned wild baby bunny, a tale replete with tragedies and black comedy. No, I won't even start....

cleek said...

Bunnies!

Bobby Lightfoot said...

slap a couple slices 'round those little guys and it's a Republican Fund Raiser Entree.

J. Andrew Boyle said...

" ...so I think they'll be safe."

'Til the hawks come round. Just sayin'.

Dogs usually give SOME warning.