These guys keep popping up all over the yard. Yesterday, while weed-whacking around the back porch, I noticed this terrified little guy who was pretty much hyperventilating and trapped between the confines of our timber-framed back deck and my monstrous self wielding a loud and angry brush-destroyer. I must have scared the hell out of him while whacking down his ideal habitat: the lazy man's ill-kept yard. I put the weed-whacking on hold and ran in for my camera. Poor little guy! Later in the evening I saw him and another tiny bunny hugging the wall of the house as they made their way to a big bush at the corner of the yard; most likely where momma bunny lives.