A 20-Year Saga of Rabbit Rescue
Twenty years ago, several days after Easter, my husband Bruce and I returned home from work, let our Cocker Spaniel outside in the fenced yard and went in the house. Bridget the dog refused to come back in the house, riveted to something white beyond our fence. Long story short–our neighbors had moved out that day, leaving behind a yard full of refuse…and one baby bunny. We cornered the wee frightened thing that felt like bird fluff in my hand, and I immediately dubbed him Precious. And so began our saga of rescuing rabbits.