I dub this the Year of the Bunny.
We have so many bunnies, a person can’t look into the back yard without seeing some sanguine rabbit placidly munching away. They find our back yard, with its dearth of predators and rain garden full of sedges, a perfect habitat.
I took a picture of the bunnies:
Right now we have bunnies of three different sizes — let’s call ’em small, medium, and large — which I take to indicate we have at least three bunny generations happily reproducing and inhabiting our yard. By the end of the summer, I can’t even guess how many bunnies we’ll have.