Babies in my Flower Bed

I have been harassed by rabbits for a while. Like a gang, they hang out under the bushes, on the deck, leaving their "pebbles" for people to clean up and digging holes in the yard. A couple of weeks ago I was having trouble with one fat-@ss who kept digging in a flower bed. She would dig holes, then I would add topsoil and fill it in only to notice it dug twice as deep two days later. And why, oh why, was she adding scraps of plastic and old flower pots to the flower bed? Was she planning on planting flowers in the flower bed, or maybe something else?

So I was surprised this morning to go out and notice two furballs in the dirt this morning, about the size of gerbils - one laying on his tummy, nose twitching, and one buried in the dirt with only a stub of a tail and a tiny rear leg showing. Baby bunnies!! I have never seen bunnies so small. The only thing that identified them as baby bunnies and not gerbils were the long ears, still only about two inches long because the lil' things are so tiny.

Well, I'm in love. I'm thinking about names, and fully intend to chronicle their growth and probably even provide carrots and bits of apple once they are weaned. I haven't seen the Mama lately, so I'm hoping she's around but I've but aside my contempt for long-eared rodents since discovering the tiny, precious babies.

Quick update: I just saw a red-tailed hawk circling over the yard from the window. I stopped typing and ran out, yelling and waving my arms. I don't know if the thing saw the babies, but I can't take any chances.