Mary – how ’bout bothering to read the blog before thinking you know what’s going on? The hare’s survival chance being left on the road half dead and blind with no mother was a 0%. The hare’s now grown up and is doing fine despite, gasp, being handled by a human.

Mary – So…uh… I’m confused. Lemme get this straight… you’re a rescuer… and if you came across a roughed-up little tiny hare in the middle of the -road-, you’d leave it, because it’s ‘chances of survival with humans’ was less than 5% anyway, and wild animals should be left alone? The little guy was blind! I doubt he’d last long out there anyway… I’d take my chances with the nice people. That said, great job! He grew up to be so handsome!

Mary,

Funny how you keep spouting off about facts, but still haven’t bothered to acquaint yourself with the facts of this case.

Your self-righteous blather is misplaced.

Perhaps no one likes a killjoy, but sorry if pointing out reality downs some people. Wild hares taken care of humans have a less than 5% survival rate. That’s the reality. Great someone felt good about it, unfortunately the chances of survival aren’t exactly higher than that of being on a road.

Normally I applaud rescue efforts. But if you’re going to try and rescue something, it’s VERY important/vital to know the facts of the situation because this just “inspires” people to do these things without sharing the reality of the situation. I work with rescues on a daily basis, so yes, I tend to be very passionate about it. If learning the realities of rescue bothers people, take the rescue to someone who can handle it…the survival of that animal is much more important than seeing the “aww how cute” photos of it.

Ileana- do you really live in Dublin or do you live right outside of Dublin and get tired of telling people you live right outside of Dublin so you say you’re from Dublin?

What a great story and yes, I support Res-cute as a category, too!!!

I was thinking about the luurkensproinging possibilities, but his leggies are so long and so powerful he’d have to luurkensproinging someone 20 feet away or he’d luurkensproing right past the target!

(To be sung to the tune of “McNamara’s Band”)

Oh, me name is Buster Rabbit,
I am such a lucky lad.
But let me tell you all now,
When they found me,
things were bad.
They couldn’t find me mother,
Down at the office space.
And then some kind soul noticed,
A sad look upon me face.
And then this lovely person,
Took me home to stay.
And now I’ve grown and run and jump all the hours away.
Buster the Rabbit,
yes that’s me.
Buster the Rabbit,
yes-sirree.
Buster the Rabbit,
happily.
All because someone just took a look and fell in love with me!

Ileana,
Whatcha got there is a baby Pookah. That’s right, Jimmy Stewart’s friend, Harvey. You see those legs, how do you think Harvey got to be 6 ft 4 and 1/4? Now you know. Now, watch out for shenanigans and for his wry sense of humor.
My very best wishes to all of you, and if you ever can’t find, him- ask him to reappear- they like to be invisible! Love the blog, I know it is time consuming, but you are bringing joy to MEEELiions!
Or the same people many times over at least!