Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Birds, the Bees, the Bunnies

After the bunnies, life was never the same. We played music, hiked, celebrated nature and all else that deserved celebrating.

Anna was eight years old during the bunny experience. She was also whining regularly about it not being fair that the boys knew about the birds and the bees and she didn’t. I told her that when the time was right, I would tell her.

Finally, on an especially lousy day, I said screw it. I experienced a true moment of temporary insanity. I literally mean sixty seconds. I simply let all of the bunnies out of their cages. Eeeeek does not cover it. I knew during the act of freeing the last bunny that it was a horrible mistake and that I would have to pay for it in unimaginable ways.

They hopped around madly in the yard. It was what one might term a bunny fest. You know what happened. More than a dozen sex crazed bunnies that had been eying each other from nearby hutches for months, went mad.

After an initial romp, they backed up and regrouped and formed a bunny train. I didn’t panic. I froze as I watched them, it didn’t matter if it was brother and brother, mother and daughter…they just piled on top of each other in their train bound for glory. The only possible downfall was being the caboose.

Meanwhile, Anna was laughing and shrieking. "What are these bunnies doing? They’re being so silly!”

The word silly echoed. The fantasy of them fleeing into the woods vanished into the reality of the situation. I bit my fingernails and watched the humping frenzy before deciding that it was okay to attempt to formulate words. “Anna?” I swallowed. “You know how you always ask me about the birds and the bees?”

“Yeah.” She giggled.

“Forget about the birds and the bees, Sweetheart. It’s the all about the bunnies. This is it.”

Her smile faded and thoughts started collecting into a worrisome state.

What was I thinking? This is not rational behavior. Is this PMS at its finest? Of course, they wouldn’t flee. It’s all about sex.

I needed to catch them. I thought that the foxes and other predators (unfortunately that included the neighbor’s pit bulls and rotweilers) would get them. Where were they when I needed them?

The boys and I captured the freshly impregnated and no longer frustrated bunnies and put them back into their bitches. After the shock wore off, Anna pitched in. Some escaped, like Sasha the Angora never to be seen again and about four others would let you get within a foot or so away and then flee.

I felt an odd responsibility for those who tormented me while they hopped around the yard just out of reach. Just when we thought I was done messing up with the bunnies, I managed to escalate the situation. I left food out for them. Why that is such a bad thing? I will tell you.

First, all of the bunnies that were not pregnant before the “Born Free” moment were now giving birth. The population was quickly reaching the 30’s and 40’s and growing. Most of the bitches (hutches) were located outside, so there was a certain scent in the air. This combination of elements attracted two wild Eastern Cottontail Rabbits.

They were pretty, a brownish color in the spring and summer and white in the winter. (We had them around that long). For them it was paradise. The few bunnies that we never caught lived well outside, mingling and doing the train thing blissfully with the wild bunnies.

We sort of got used to bunnies being everywhere. Even my cat Felix often fell asleep on the deck with baby bunnies snuggled into him and he didn’t care. They were like lawn ornaments perched on the steps, the railings and stonewall. They dotted the lawn like bunches of wildflowers.

They were fast, so we gave up trying to catch them. I didn’t put food out for them and they managed to survive in the wild. I had to put Tabasco sauce and foil on the base of the apple trees to protect the bark from nibbling.

I told my neighbors – real natives, a lost art form – that they could help themselves to the bunnies. They came to our farm and caught many of them. When I realized that a neighbor captured a wild rabbit, I insisted that she release it.

It was a victorious day when we saw the last of the bunnies. Yes, they are the silent types, but don’t be fooled.


  1. Oh my god this is so funny!!!

  2. It was one of those laughing and crying times when you aren't sure if you are happy or sad or angry or what...I guess hysterical wraps it up.

  3. MJ--I finally learned how to post a comment...this entry of yours happens to be my favorite to date--I look forward to them every day