Well, they survived the first night. All five little bodies are warm, and responsive when touched.
I checked each of their little bellies and they were not quite rounded (as we read to look for), but neither were they sunken and wrinkled (which would have been bad).
So, it appears that Mom has fed them. We were also very happy to see that the rescued runt is thriving just fine.
Off we go to work, school, daycare to share the news. Still all in a bit of shock, I think.
On a separate note, my husband dared to call me Grandma last night (Yes ladies, I smacked him in the arm for that). I think if anything, Grand Bunny is a better term. Of course, my Aunt called my husband a Bunny Daddy, which I thought was hilarious, so perhaps we are even after all.
So glad everybunny is thriving. May I suggest Playboy Bunny instead of Grandma Bunny? The former is much more youthful.
ReplyDeletePlayboy Bunny! Now, don't be giving my husband any ideas, Dreamer.
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