Then, of course, there are baby mammals. My husband especially likes the bunnies, so he keeps asking me, morning after morning, if there are any baby bunnies yet. (We have one buck, a gorgeous SQ French Lop, in with a couple of does, so it's a valid question.) All of the bunnies live in a courtyard along with the chickens, so I had kind of figured that the two may be incompatible, and the usual answer, day after day, was "No." I did check for them, and I knew enough to sift through the hay a little bit to make sure there was no hidden nest ... But still, no bunlets.
Thursday morning, we had the same exchange: "Any baby bunnies?" "Nope, no bunnies." ... Except that I was wrong. I was, as it turns out, at least a couple weeks' worth of wrong. I checked under one hiding spot, gave the usual "No," went into the chicken house, looked into a nest box and saw this:
... The bunnies have it: spring has emerged!