|Spotted THIS guy when I enlarged a garden pic I was editing!|
Yep – that’s a rabbit. In our fenced-in backyard. He’s an expert hole-digger, pretty fast runner. The little girl inside my head thinks he’s cute. The adult inside my head is not happy he’s enjoying our salad bar vegetable garden.
|Our vegetable garden, aka the rabbit’s former home!|
We’ve seen him a few times now, and we even had to evict him from his rather posh self-built home hidden inside of our giant vegetable bed. My husband sprayed that stinky animal repellent stuff around, but this rabbit is fearless. Either that or he’s got a stuffed up nose and can’t smell the scent that is supposed to invoke the fear of God in rabbits.
When I was growing up, I read the novel Watership Down by Richard Adams. I loved that book, and reread it about 6 years ago. That book definitely gets my imagination going on what this rabbit is up to, who he’s hanging out with, where the big warren is with the central meeting space in the middle for all the rabbits in the community . . .