I inherited my mother’s love of rabbits.
This might have contributed to the book Watership Down being one of my all time favorite books. I’ve read it so many times and each time I turn the last page I begin to deeply miss the community of rabbits the book creates. I now see a rabbit in the evening and think, “I wonder if it is out for ‘Silflay’?” On the ranch north of town and also when I lived in the mountains on the guest ranch, we would see snowshoe hares who are spectacular in their own large and lope-y way with those big feet. There was a sweet small bunny who lived under the old house where I live now, but I haven’t seen it since my cat Reggi arrived on the scene. It is a loss for sure, I miss it.
These photos were taken when I lived on Otter Creek Road on the cattle ranch. I spotted this little one sitting quiet and still. The glow of the sunlight on his ears made my heart warm right up. Something about bunnies.
