In a break with tradition, I thought I'd include a photo today to illustrate my story. Ever since we moved to this house, we've seen a ginger-colored rabbit in the yard every spring and summer. It might be a natural variation, but my guess is that someone "freed" a pet rabbit which managed to keep its bloodline going with the help of an accommodating wild bunny. I can't say for sure how many of these rabbits we have around; this may be the first and only one, but it looks less time-ravaged than I remember. (Click the photo for a little bit closer look.)
I think it's a testament to the relatively predator-free qualities of our area that such a noticeable bunny manages to survive. Even my cat, The Weasel, didn't manage to wipe out the light-colored rabbits during her reign as Scourge of the Cottontails.
I tried to take a photo of this(?) rabbit a couple of mornings ago as it attempted to hide in the grass of our back yard. As eye-catching as it is, I spotted it right away but I had to give it points for effort. It was hunkered down pretty well, and even managed to mostly disappear - at least from my vantage point - after it stretched and flattened itself below the height of the grass.
The photo above was taken yesterday evening from about six feet away. As you might guess, these bunnies are not characterized by overreaction to the potential of danger.
All the domestic animals are doing pretty well except that The Possum has begun pulling out tufts of her fur again, so she's probably due for a follow-up chiropractor appointment. The other cats are just doing what cats do in the summertime: sprawling on the cool floor all day long.
The new beta fish settled in nicely and spends a lot of time building bubble nests at one corner of the tank, only to see them drawn inexorably into the filter and destroyed. It doesn't seem to faze him, though. Since he appears to be thriving, I suppose he can be officially named Phoenix now. I just hope that doesn't jinx him.