A Bunny Tale

Yesterday, our strawberry plants arrived by mail that we had ordered with the gift certificate from Luke's folks. 25 bare root plants- and they needed planting right away. Thankfully, we had the bed already prepared so all I had to do was cut openings in the landscape cloth and dig the planting holes (and pull some weeds that were growing under the cloth, sigh). While I was busying myself with this task, and the kids were busying themselves playing in the drainage "pond" that drains the lowest beds, I heard a screeching sound and saw a small gray animal in our little dog's mouth. "Sally's caught a squirrel." I remarked. Virginia ran to investigate and chased Sally away from it. It wasn't a squirrel, but a baby rabbit. It didn't seem to be mortally injured, though it was missing its tail, and when I brought it inside and put it in a box, it scurried to the corner. We decided it would be better off if we let it go, since wild rabbits do not do well in captivity, so I made sure Sally was nowhere in sight and carried the little thing to the other end of the field. And placed it under.......a briar patch. Where else?