They don't know how close they came to becoming butchered, bloody, bunny bits. Unknowingly, i drove the lawn tractor right over their burrow. I felt so bad, I rebuilt it for them with an upturned wheelbarrow (but not before i took this picture) and i did not touch them.
I try not to interfere with the wildlife around here. It seems this yard has become section-8 housing for every displaced wild thing in the neighborhood. There's owls, bats, bunnies, deer, a family of foxes at the far end where the creek runs through, and at least one opossum.
Mabyee i'll start a petting zoo and charge admission. Mabyee not.