It's a beautiful, sunny Friday morning but I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad at the moment. Heading out to open the "magic door" for the chickens (the pop door that leads from the coop to the run), I detoured past where the baby bunnies were. The weed pile was completely flipped over and the nest was empty. They were there last night around 8:30 p.m. when I checked on them.
Did momma move them last night? Did an enterprising neighborhood stray get them? There's no evidence of any carnage. It's a true life mystery!
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