Sometimes I paint, day 24

Midsummer we found a baby rabbit, so small its eyes weren’t even open, in the backyard. Picking him up, he snuggled into our hands and fell asleep. I don’t think I really understood what trust was, until him. Between Grant and I, we held him and tried to figure out what to do. Googling images of baby rabbits and then rabbit nests, we figured out where he had been.  Grant pulled back the fur its mother had left on top of the nest, and we saw four or five others all curled together. Grant slipped the little guy in, and he snuggled in with his siblings.

This morning I watched this rabbit come from the part of the yard the nest had been in. I want to believe he’s the same guy, and I trust that he still feels safe and at home, here with us.

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