This summer, we've had a rabbit visiting our yard. Marc told me about seeing him, and the dogs certainly seem to be looking for him; every time they go out, they look carefully through the fence around the garden. (Of course, we've been doing our best to keep them from getting to the rabbit.)
I grew up not far from here, in the house we're now renovating and to which we will soon move, and rabbits were regularly sighted back then. Over the years, however, something happened to virtually wipe out the rabbits in this suburban setting. I don't know if it was predators or pesticides, but you no longer saw the little brown rabbits running wild in our suburban yards. To see them, you had to head down near the beaches where they lived in abundance in the high grass.
So the reappearance of these rabbits has to be a good thing, as well as being something cute to see! I had heard of them showing up in some yards around here, and now we have our own.
Better yet, yesterday I walked out on the deck and there he was in the garden. He looked healthy and happy, hopping along through the strawberry patch (yes, we actually have a strawberry patch). These are the things that bring a smile to my face. A rabbit in the yard, and all is well with the world! :)
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Of course, NOW you have to give him a name!
Like Michael said, you have to give him a name. How about "Dinner"?
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Oldie: What do you call a line of rabbits stepping backwards simultaneously?
Answer: A receding hairline.
:-o
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