The
baby bunnies are beginning to show themselves, and we have one that has been
curiously and cautiously exploring the side yard near the bird feeder. It can
be no more than the size of a closed fist, with richly brown fur, smallish ears
laid back flat against its head, and dark eyes, nearly coal black, that watch
unblinking for signs of trouble.
We
watched it from our sunroom as it tentatively hopped from waning dandelion to
new plantain, pausing only to nibble and listen. Often, the rabbits will nip a
dandelion at the base of the flower stalk, insert the base into its mouth and
slowly suck the flower within, much in the same way that people take in
spaghetti strands to be silly. It is comical to watch.
Upon
being startled by my opening the door, the little one scampered underneath the
medium sized spruce that sits between the dooryard and the berm to the access
trail. We walked over to see how close we could get, and the baby stayed
deathly still, eyeing us with intent. Had we not followed its movement into the
tree, there was nearly no chance of discovering this little one, for its
markings camouflaged it perfectly beneath the spruce
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