Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow?

So it turns out that either Mama Bunny managed to wrangle all of her baby bunnies and coax them to come back or the bunnies have better instincts than I gave them credit for and made their way back to the nest. Last night, Alan was looking out the kitchen window and said he saw bunnies—plural. I didn't believe him because I only saw one, but I'd been looking at the nest and they were in a tall grassy patch by the nest. Now that I know they're all survivors, I'm ready for them to leave.

Also, what does it tell you about Marti that the bunny decided that our yard was the safest place to raise her family? I guess this face just isn't terrifying enough.