Our little band of baby bunnies has reduced down to three survivors now. One of their siblings escaped a hawk, but died shortly after from the injuries it had received. The other, which had a distinctive white spot on its forehead, disappeared about seven days ago, and I suspect met its end as a predator’s meal.

The other three have grown out of their baby-bunny roundness, and now look like smaller versions of the adult rabbits. Each has a distinct personality, and their individual antics (when they aren’t chomping down my flowers) provide me with much amusement.

Here’s their mugshots:

Bold Bunny

Bunny number one is quite bold, and seems certain, whenever I am about, that I am trespassing in her yard. She tolerates my poking about until I get within about three feet of her before hopping a few feet further away, and — as you can see — is too curious about what I’m doing to stay properly hidden.

Bunny Taking His Shower

Bunny number two loves water. Lately, he’s spent a considerable amount of time happily sitting under a sprinkler that I’ve set up to water my birch clump. He is even bolder than bunny one, and at times I’ve nearly stepped on him, to his great indignation.

Shy Bunny

The third is properly bunny-shy, and scurries into hiding whenever I am about. She’s the fastest of the three. As I watch through the windows, or from what she deems a safe distance away, she often races in circles about the yard, bounding over obstacles as she tries to draw the other two into her own version of bunny tag.

And where are the adult rabbits?

They have, for the time being, moved across the street. Some nights I see as many as five of the adults hopping about amongst the bushes next to my neighbor’s house, doing what rabbits do…

And that, Oh Best Beloved, means we’ll see more baby bunnies soon!