Title: On Bunnies (aka the ongoing saga of the cute but stupid little furry things)
Notes: This is a sample of a wild bunny of the type that can be found around our house. This one in particular was photographed in spring/summer of 2004 beneath the bushes that line our front walkway. We don't often see the bunnies there but Sasha was staring intently out the front door. Lining my line of sight up next to hers I spotted the ball of twitchy fluff and managed to get a clear photo.
Sasha has a long history with bunnies. Well... so do I for that matter.
Far too often over the years the bunnies have nested in the garden in front of sasha's kennel, and eventually the babies are big enough to be stupid and making noise. Sasha would find them - some we rescued and moved out to the grassland area behind our house, when we could. This past year though Sasha is a bit too old and isn't paying as close attention. And the cute but stupid furry things are living up to their name. We have small furry things everywhere. Its fun because I don't think you can look out the window without seeing a squirrel (black, grey, or lots of little red ones), chipmunk (one of dozens), or bunny. Not counting the birds and other wild life. I was sitting in the back room when I saw a hoppy brown blob go by the window (less than a meter from me, if through glass) and go sit under shelter -- of Sasha's doghouse (which is raised a few inches off the ground and occasionally lined with hay). We have a large wolf-looking husky/shepherd less than three meters away sleeping in the grass and the baby bunny is deciding to hang out under her doghouse directly next to the main house! *facepalm* Gah! I swear they get stupider every year.
This particular bunny has a scruff of fur thats just behind its ears that looks like a mohawk and it has been seen preening and watching us back through the window. I also so it get in a boxing-tag match with a chipmunk. Which was interesting and silly, especially since they were pretty close to the same size. Now you have two orange-brown furry things hopping around in circles while the dog lies somewhere near by. Her poor sense of direction saved them most often in the past when they were being alert but daring. Now they're just praying to the furry gods of obliviousness without any hope of a backup plan. Guess we'll see where it goes?
There is something out there! I want to sniff it!
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