Rousted by our dog from their grass nest, these cottontail weanlings dispersed and hid.
I scooped up the frightened babies and snapped these blurry pics—then held them until the hunter gave up and moved on.￼
I have known rescue like that.
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me . . . He rescued me from my powerful enemy. . . .”
—Psalm 18:16a, 17a