According to my friend, Wiki:
The Yorkshire Terrier is a small dog breed of terriertype, developed in the 19th century in the county of Yorkshire, England to catch rats in clothing mills.
I read somewhere Yorkies are famous for controlling mice, moles, rabbits–anything that scurries along the ground, and yeah, that’s our Molly.
Once she saw a mole peep out of its run. She got curious (which is why she so belongs in MY family) dug into the hole and did poor mole boy in.
My apologies to mole lovers everywhere.
(Aside: To keep that from happening again, I now plant Castor Bean plants in my yard to keep moles and gophers from wanting to come for a visit.)
Anyway, Molly noticed the rabbit hole with the baby bunnies in it. She didn’t do much except look in the hole, until the babies started to get more active. One day I came home from work and G-Man said, “I need your help in the garden.”
Since the garden is usually my part of our world, I was a little wary. “What happened?”
“The bunnies were out playing and Molly chased one off the wall.”
The wall is only about a yard high, but we have a fence and no gate out there. Before I got home, my man had taken off the fence hardware so he could get through it, but needed me to help hold it open for him. He squeezed through, went down the wall and started his bunny hunt.
The property right behind us is a tree filled, which means leaves get there and multiply. Somewhere in all those leaves, a baby bunny was lost from its brothers and sisters, and G-Man couldn’t stand it.
My man took my little hand rake and dug through those leaves until–WOOHOO!–he found it.
My man made the bunnies a little protection after that.
This is a box the milk man used in that Small Town to the North. I rescued it along with its brother when we cleaned out G-Man’s parents’ house. He put that over the hole so Miss M couldn’t get to the babies, propped up the box so Mama Bunny could get in to feed the babies and teach them Bunny Tricks.
The Bunny Hole is empty now. I’ve put away the Bunny House (milk box) and the rock. Molly still goes out to the garden and stares into the Bunny Hole, hoping to find a new challenge.
And the bunnies? 🙂 I saw one or two of the babies on Saturday. I don’t know if the others moved on to another yard or found free falling from the wall so much fun, they couldn’t resist another go.
But I’m hoping they acted like “Peter Rabbit” , squeezed through our fence and found Farmer McGregor’s garden. If they did, I hope McGreg is blind to them. And doesn’t have a dog.
Maybe next time. 🙂