I wish I had a farm, so when I was driving down the road and saw something hopping down the road, and my sucker of a heart makes me stop, and I crouch down and make a clicking noise with my tongue and the little stink comes hopping right to me, and I pick it up and it's little heart doesn't race the way a scared animals would, and it just cuddles right in my arms like it was meant to be, that I would never think twice about keeping it because I would have plenty of room for all lost creatures. I really have a soft spot for strays.
So I've made several phone calls and plan on going door to door, looking for this sweet little guys home. Meanwhile the kids are saying can we keep him can we keep him. I had to borrow a way to small cage for the time being until we can find the home that's missing their half floppy bunny. But part of me wishes that we can't find the home and he/she can just stay here.