The rabbits now spend their days exploring the shed and deck and irises, stretching their boundaries more and more as they grow. But they aren’t so mature that they are willing to skip a meal with their mother. They predictably return to the ginger lilies each evening, where she meets them after dark.
Even though they still nurse, they have become competent grazers. It’s fun to watch them experiment with the yard’s various weeds and flowers.
Publication Note: My poem “Ink” appeared at vox poetica earlier this month. It’s now posted on the poemblog.
Rae Spencer 
Glad to see them doing so well. Loved one of them picking a flower! Congrats on your publication!
They seem to get stronger and more self-sufficient every day. I’m going to miss them when they outgrow the yard!