Young at Heart

Shay is going to be fourteen in two weeks. Her eyesight is not great. Her hearing is not as good as it used to be. She has never been much of blood hound in the sniffing arena.

I was standing in the dining room and saw a mother bunny jump out of our secret garden which is surrounded by three walls of our house. I didn’t think anything of it. Moments later Shay asked to go outside. She ran from the front door around the house, jumped up on the patio and ran into the tiny secret garden. I didn’t think anything about it.

I looked out the dining room window a few minutes later and saw Shay rooting round the corner of the graden by the down spout. A few seconds later I saw some small brown furry animal run away from Shay. I screamed as I saw her with another small furry animal in her mouth.

Russ ran outside and threatened Shay to drop what ever she was holding. I watched the first escapee run to another corner. It was a tiny baby bunny. Then I saw Shay drop her newly acquired friend and it ran the opposite direction.

How in the world did Shay find this buried nest of baby bunnies? They were no bigger than her small toys and every bit as squeaky. Since that incident she has continuously returned to the secret garden looking for her live toys. Thankfully those babies have not returned to the secret garden.

Yesterday Hannah gave me a tea towel from London with a bunny on it. Now Shay wants that. She is bunny obsessed, but we have our eye on her.