Our furry little forecaster has announced that it is autumn and that winter is not far behind. She does this in a very strange way.
Three years ago this past spring, a little grey bunny hopped across our lawn. My Sweet Baboo, bless his little heart, chased the little bunny all over the yard until he caught her/him. We're still not sure what flavor she is.
Anyway, we figured that since it was something like May when she hopped to our house, that the little bunny was an Easter present for some kid and when she/he wasn't so cute anymore, they just dropped it off and forgot about it. That seriously ticked me off.
She's been a great bunny, and has been named Hoppy by our oldest GrandDolly. She lives in our greenhouse, which was once a pool pump house. The greenhouse is inside our fenced-in in ground pool. She's safe from danger in there and has more than one way in and out of the greenhouse. She loves to race around the pool with our cats.
I really do have a point in all this. Hang tight.
The first autumn that we had her, (we usually refer to Hoppy as a her) she dug a tunnel underneath the greenhouse. Then filled it in. Then dug one under the fence, where she got out a couple of times. Then filled it in. This went on for most of the fall.
The second autumn that we had her, she started burrowing again, digging little warrens here and there, dragging in hay and leaves, and then filling them in. Again most of the fall.
This is our third autumn with her. Once again, she is burrowing and nesting. We're used to her antics by now. She spends her days covered in dirt and eating like a little horse. Not being an expert on bunnies, I'm guessing that she is instinctively doing this to have a safe and warm place to escape the bad weather that she instinctively knows will be here soon.
We're just glad that we can give her a safe and warm place to live, even while she's excavating her little heart out!!