Bunnies and beads

My gardener showed up today with baby bunnies in her bra. She rescued them after their mother was killed by a cat. Stuffed them in her bra to keep them safe and warm while biking over here. They slept, they sunned in the wheelbarrow, they hopped around a bit. She feeds them every four hours, figures they might be three weeks old. Our city has a big problem in some areas with rabbit populations. Domestic rabbits that were abandoned and then of course multiplied. I have to admit that these little ones are pretty cute. We’ll see if they survive. Oh, and I’m getting rid of a small beaded necklace.