Susan‘s been at it again.

Her day isn’t complete unless she sees her rabbits – whom she calls “bunnies.” They don’t seem to mind when she says it. I say it, though, and …! – and see them she does.


And at all times of day and night.

I take Boo out for his late night easement and there’s a rabbit sitting on our front steps.

We walk around the block in the early hours and most lawns are bunnied.

Susan leaves swaths of lawn unmowed so the bunnies will have fresh green grass for their nibbling.

Except now, one bunny, is eating seeds. The ones that fall from the birdfeeders.

They’re not suppose to do that.

Susan, of course, wants to put out seed for the bunnies.

I suggested carrot seeds.

Ever hear a bunny laugh?