There are three of them. I don't know where they came from and sometimes I think they're tame, because they don't look like wild rabbits.
I used to think they were cute, but now they've eaten their way out of my heart.The good news . . . the next day a friend from church (not knowing what had happened to my garden) gave me a huge basket of yellow and orange mums. They're larger and even more beautiful than the ones I had. I was so surprised!