Then I saw what I thought was the chipmunk that haunts our house in hopes of finding something edible -- like green peppers, basil, carrots, flowers, etc.
But it wasn't!
Cue tiny bunny adorableness music.
Poor little fellow had gotten into the garden and couldn't figure out how to get back out.
We had an eye-to-eye moment, and then I opened the gate and pointed him toward it.
Made my morning.
I hope the little guy makes it home.
(See last summer's post "It's the Little Things" for previous instance of the Jen-Bunny connection. This connection is enhanced by the fact that I currently have no bunny edibles planted in the garden.)
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