This is Spencer. He’s the rabbit that is living in my front yard in the bush on the right. The boys and I see him running around from time to time. We have a clear view from the picture window. I can always tell when he’s making an appearance because the dogs go stir crazy in the livingroom.
This was taken yesterday. He seemed pretty interested in watching me take some photos outside, so I decided to take his also. No zoom was used. He allowed me to get this close.
How sad does my grass look? Today I was picking up some newspaper that had blown in our yard and it actually sounded like I was walking on egg shells. Yikes!
Anyway, back to the rabbit.
This is how I first discovered Spencer. I walked out my front door, down the steps, and then I had to turn right around because I wasn’t sure as to what I just saw out of the corner of my eye. I knew it was something with fur.
Aw, was the next word spoken. Then I explained to him that he needed to move along for two reasons. One, I’m not sharing my vegetable garden with him. And two, I have three dogs that won’t be as kind to him as I was being. I persuaded him to cross the street (with a carrot in my hand) and relocated him to another bush with equal living quarters.
Evidently he returned to the bush in my yard.
Do I know for sure that this is the same rabbit? No, not 100%. But if you compare the size I bet he is.
How do I know he’s a he? I guessed.
Why did I give him a name? Because he lives here.
Can you honestly say that you’ve never ran to the frig for a snack for those living outside?
Do I enjoy talking to the animals I find in my yard? Yes.
Until the next word…