Puppy Sheila is obsessed with this little pile of movement. I would like to convince myself that she is "guarding" it, but somehow I still question her motive. She sees. She watches. She stalks. She gets yelled at and backs off. For now.
Son Caleb gently used a twig and pushed aside the furry, mulchy dirt, uncovering a tiny nest of baby bunnies.
They are wiggly and squirmy down in there.
At least four baby bunnies are down under there, maybe more.
Obviously we were interrupting their sleep, so after taking one last look, we gently recovered the nest.