Awhile back my chickens found a nest of 5 baby rabbits in the yard. Torrential rains had flooded them out of their nest. The babies had their ears and eyes open, but were still very young. Because I knew that it wouldn't be long until the dogs found them, I decided to move the rabbits a few feet away, outside the fenced yard. I moved them in a direct line, parellel to their former location and tucked them up under an old tree stump; high and dry. One of the five babies managed to get away from me during the move and ran into some bushes nearby. Later when I checked again he had returned to their former nest. He was soaking wet, chilled to the bone and near death. I brought that one in the house. I got him warmed up and dry and fed him an electrolyte solution. Once he had recovered his strength I returned him to the nest with his siblings. End of story. Except.... One of those bunnies (I'm sure it's one of them, being the correct size now a few weeks later) has taken up residence in one of our pump houses. The pump house in question is an old, dark and dank place. I have no clue why a living creature would want to reside there. I have to go in that pump house at least once a day to turn on the spigot and I'm quick about it. I don't hang around. Been going in there for years. When I do go in there.... I am not expecting an evil little bunny rabbit to jump out at me! He's done it half a dozen times now! Yesterday the fright caused me to drop a hoe on my foot. This is how nature repays a kindness!