Oh, he's so beautiful! I hope he makes it... maybe you could mince up some carrots or celery or something and leave it for him, in case he doesn't know how to get home?
We have a lot of bunnies in the yard here, and when my nephew Grant was two or three years old, he and I used to go out in the evenings and look for them. Once we found one just sitting in a corner of the yard, having a little grass-and-clover salad, and he didn't run, so we were able to watch him for awhile.
Grant asked me, "Aunt Carol, is the bunny happy?" I told him I was sure he must be very happy, with this nice yard to live in where he knows he's safe. After a minute, Grant began hunkering down, bending to get lower to the ground.
"What are you doing, darlin?" I asked.
He said, "I want to see if the bunny is smiling."