Last Friday, my husband and I were planning a date night…actually a date day as we had planned to be home around 7pm. The original plan was to catch dinner at my fav restaurant, then a movie. My criteria for movies is 1) something blows up, 2) has a hot guy and hopefully something blows up, 3) has a butt-kicking girl, and/or 4) has Sandra Bullock. So to recap, if it is a chick flick and does not have Sandra Bullock, I probably have not seen it. We decided to go see The Bourne Legacy which meets criteria #2.
The universe had other ideas.
Right before we were leaving, my husband let our dogs out for a romp through the yard. A few moments later there was some excited beagle yipping. This rarely bodes well.
Our evil beagle, Ginger, had found a bunny nest nestled against the trunk of a pine tree. Thankfully, our two labs had not yet heard the Call To Arms, so my husband only had to wrestle one determined beagle.
The nest had two baby bunnies with their eyes still closed. One was out of the nest [thanks to Ginger], the other was still bundled among fur and pine needles in the cozy nest their mother had made.
What mama bunny would make a nest inside a fenced yard with three dogs? Three dogs that had constantly chased her out of their domain. She definitely was not a candidate for Mama Of The Year.
I had no earthly idea what to do with baby bunnies, especially ones with their eyes still closed. I did know they could not stay in that nest – no amount of fencing was keeping the evil one away – and with three dogs and three cats it was unlikely I could keep them safe in the house. Several calls later, including one to the vet, we found a small animal rescue within an hour drive that agreed to take them.
There went our dinner plans.
We drove out to the rescue place, dropped off the babies, and asked if they had directions to the movie theater from their place.
Ha ha ha.
Why yes, they did, however a trailer full of explosives had overturned on the highway at eight that morning and the highway was still closed. All traffic was being diverted down their road which was the road we were trying to avoid as we had seen that long, long, long line of cars on our way in.
We did not have much hope in getting to the movie on time, but there was a very nice person in that long, long, long line of cars that let us get ahead of him. That person is probably the very reason we managed to squeak into the movie on time.
The movie was fantastic. I loved the way they put snippets of the prior Bourne movies into the mix to help explain the storyline. My only issue was the camera was up too close on the fight scenes – made it more difficult to fully appreciate the choreography.
My tummy rumbled through the whole movie.
We didn’t have much hope on finding food afterwards, it was a Friday night. My second favorite restaurant had a line out the door. My third favorite restaurant was across town, so we settled on a restaurant we rarely ever visit. Had to wait quite awhile, but the food was good and the waitress didn’t seem too frazzled – yet. Getting home afterwards was a lot easier.
Got to give credit to my husband. He was willing to drop everything to drive an hour out of our way to drop off two tiny baby bunnies who had little chance of survival outside their nest [though I would argue they had even less of a chance inside their nest]. This on top of the fact there was a good chance we would not have made that movie and we had already paid for the tickets.
So, not the date night we had planned, but we saved two baby bunnies. I’ll take it.