Where is the bunny? He was around here just yesterday. I saw him out on one of the lengths of railroad ties that circle around the crab apple tree. He was all tucked together and gathered up in a ball sitting right on top in the sun. I suppose that the dark color of the wood had gathered the sun’s warmth. Then when it was warmer, he was all sprawled out in the shade of a Chinese Hazelnut that likes to pretend that it likes this climate. You would have liked what you saw. He was laying on his back with his legs stuck out in every direction, just soaking in the sun. I think his tummy was really warm and he thought it felt wonderful.
Last night I looked out of the window in the dark and there were some very big shapes outlined in the darkness. I switched on the outdoor light and elk were standing not very far from the window. The closest one jumped when I turned on the light and I thought he was going to run away. I quickly turned the light off again. Instead of running, he just gradually moved away a bit, along with the three others that were so close. I wonder one stacked bunnies, one on top of the other, how many bunnies would it take to be as tall as one of those huge elk?
But those were not the bunny.
I decided I would start looking in all of the places that the bunny likes hangs out.
Sometimes he likes to sit right next to this rock. He likes the right side of it. I don’t know why but maybe because the sun hits there first thing in the morning.
He really likes to hide in there. I walked out of my studio door about a week ago and I heard something moving around in the bush. “Are you a little bird”, I said out loud. But no it was a bunny.
Not the bunny that I was looking for but a new one. A little tan one with a white tale. “Hello little bunny. How are you today?” I stopped walking as I talked to him. “What are you doing today?” The little tan bunny stopped and looked at me. After a little he hopped away. Not in a hurry so he must have thought it was all right to have a person talking to, I think, her. She hopped under my car and watched me.
Then I went over to the house of Black Bunny. (I thought I had better give him a name or you wouldn’t know which bunny I was talking about.) Could it be that little tan bunny knows about this bunny house too? We had better give her a name. What do you think her name is? Maybe you would write to me and tell me what you would name her. I don’t have a picture to show you but I will tell you that she is about half the size of Black Bunny (who also has a white tail) and is very light brown. She is thinner too. I think she might be a younger rabbit.
Here is where Black Bunny lives. See the hole under the wood pile. There are some nice green things in front of it that would make my mouth water, if I was a bunny.
Well, I'll have to keep you posted on what I see next. There is snow on the ground now, so it will look very different. Maybe I can find some bunny tracks. It will depend on whether the snow melts or not.
I will look again next week and see if I can take a picture of Black Bunny or maybe little tan bunny. What do YOU think we should call her?