Kansas Critters

We found something in the backyard last week while Rob was planting our new trees. Rob and I had dismissed it as a lump of dirt---it was just sitting there, crouched down as low as it could go, possibly cowering in fear and trying to disappear. Kevin saw it for what it really was---a baby bunny! We weren't impressed nor deterred by its clandestine efforts, and so Rob picked it up with a little rake and stuck it in a big Rubbermaid tote. The kids had a blast. Sorry I can't really say the same for li'l Bun.

Ever since living in Germany, I have a slight fear of bunnies. (I seem to harbor a slight fear of anything that is small and moves.) Where we lived there, a healthy population of bunnies abounded, and we learned to watch where we were running to avoid the piles of bunny pellets. Every few years some people would come around and spread disease for the bunnies, to keep the population down. So we would be outside playing and would often discover, to our delight, baby bunnies! Then, to our indignant horror, we would notice the puffy white eyes and shuddering little bodies and realize that to touch the bunnies might mean instant death.

So I forbade the children to touch this bunny, claiming that if they did, their mother would disown it. I think that only applies to birds, but you can't be too careful. Amy, however, didn't heed my warning, but she seems no worse off for her truancy. We've seen no trace of that bunny since, but hope that it is alive and well somewhere, not disowned by its mother.


Also, frog season has started, along with all the frog piddle you can handle. Ewww.


And, in conclusion, let me add a picture Rob took of our most recent thunderstorm, the storm that cancelled the Priesthood commemoration campout and nearly broke my sons' hearts until we compromised on camping in the basement.

On second thought, that picture is rather boring to look at. So instead I'll attach a picture of Kevin with paint in his eyebrow. It is ever so much more amusing than clouds.