I forgive you for mowing down the phlox.
I forgive you for being an utter pain in the ass.
|"Need. More. Food."|
|Must eat faster..the babies are coming.|
If I had FIVE babies, I would be raiding the rum bottle instead of the garden. I forgive you!
I'm guessing they are between 6 and 7 weeks old..they haven't been out of the den before now.
You'll forgive the crummy photos, I hope.
And Strider will forgive me for putting my hat on his head and singing "Thank God I'm a Country Dog". Repeatedly.
(I maintain that mowing 2 acres of hillside with a push mower in 95 degree heat drove me to this)