I've always remembered the sensational tabloid headline I saw when I was a boy: "Woman gives birth to 17 baby rabbits!" Absurd. Untrue. But when a rabbit gives birth to baby rabbits, the effect is both sensational and TRUE. Hairless pink bodies arrived in Theodora's nest box this morning--we weren't even sure she was pregnant. Right now we aren't supposed to touch the tiny creatures, but I can only think of velvety skin, a thin membrane keeping the outside out and the insides in . . . of the pulse of a tiny heart beating just beneath the surface . . . of warm life quivering beneath my giant fingers. I don't know how many rabbits there are, but God knows--and He made each fragile, persistent life for a purpose. © Copyright June 2017 by Robert G. Robbins
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