The Rabbit

It’s wondrous when The Wild wants your attention (notice the alliteration? I can do things like that. I being an author an’ all).

In this case, I caught a little hopping outside my window as I worked.

I looked up, saw nothing, continued being creative.

Another slight movement. Not a hop, more a wobbly walk.

What could it be?

Behold, a rabbit!

Quiet and shy (most of The Wild is), it took me a moment and then a slight movement and there he was.

This is a new rabbit to us. No idea of his name yet.

But we’re patient.

And so is he.




We suspect Reginald and Regina have been doing the dirty.

Funny that humans – modern humans, anyway – put such boundaries on a natural, necessary activity.

If it weren’t for all life being designed to pass its essence forward, you wouldn’t be reading this, I wouldn’t be writing this, trump would never have become president, Shakespeare would never have written anything, there’d be no need for Jesus, and Buddha would never have achieved enlightenment.

Bummer, huh?

Keep on humpin’, I say! Yeah!

It is a pity (me thinks) that modern, western traditions consider sexual activity negative. At least open, public displays of sexual activity.

To a certain extent, I agree. Two (or more) people performing The Beast with Two (or more) Backs is not visually appealing (to me, anyway). Courting can be beautiful, the aftermath not so much so.

And of course, that’s also part of the western tradition showing itself.

So until we Two-Legs learn to appreciate the natural, let us sit back and enjoy Rablets.


Rabbits Love Yes

You may not know this; Rabbits love Yes.

Not hearing the word, the epic rock group.

We, of course, did not find this fascinating as we’ve been well aware wildlife has excellent musical taste for years.

I mean, Tales from Topographic Oceans? Your Move? RoundAbout?


WildLife, The Old Ones, also love Queen, ELP, Cream, Moody Blues, …

Hey, who wouldn’t?

I mean, C’mon!


Mystery Rabbit #5. Or 6. We’re not sure

Ah, rabbits.

If you have one, you have a hundred of them.

Or five or six.

We’re not sure.

We recognize most of the rabbits who visit us.

Some we know frequent us and don’t know their names.

This little beauty, for example.

We’re not even sure if we’ve seen her before or if she’s a completely new visitor, never before seen.

Keeps it interesting, don’t you think?


Reginald Rules

We use to own our backyard. Had the paperwork, the deed, made the payments, everything.

The Reginald came along.

Reginald, as far as rabbits go, stands his ground. Or grass.

He’s not pushy, not threatening, not intimidating.

Just there.

Usually when we need him not to be.

Raccoons don’t bother him. He merrily munches away not noticing…or not acknowledging…their interests. Or ours.

Yeah, I remember, long ago, when it was our backyard…