The story is actually my mom's story, and I'm going to to use her words to tell it just because she told it to me so well and I don't want to mess it up. It started like this: She called me on the phone and said, "Do you have a minute? I've got to tell you about my bunny!"
I was immediately interested; Mom has a wild rabbit in her yard that she loves to watch, and I enjoy hearing about him.
"Have you ever seen rabbits fight?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I can't say that I have."
"Well, there were two in the yard today and they were fighting, I think. I was watching one, the one I usually see, I think, and it started rolling in this patch of sand under the swing. It rolled just like a cat would roll in the sand, except not quite on its back, mostly just on its side. And then another one hopped over and they started fighting over the sand. It was the most interesting thing! They never touched, not one time. They just jumped, over and over, straight up like springs, not going forward at all. They were almost taking turns, it seemed. They jumped real high in the air, too, so high I couldn't believe it. The birdbath is what, maybe three feet tall, and they were jumping higher than that. Oh, it just went on and on. And that was how they decided who got to keep the sand. In the end, the second one hopped away and the first one just started rolling around again, just rolling in that sand, as happy as can be. Well, I was just fascinated. I was going to go to church at 8:30, but I stayed home and watched the rabbits."
And now for my usual irrelevant pictures:
|Owl statue by the pond|
|Carl relaxing on the breezeway|
|A little carrot harvest|
|The front yard with oxeye sunflowers, Indian pinks, and purple coneflowers|
|We picked our first peach yesterday, a Florida King.|
|It looks like a pretty good year for blueberries.|
|Doesn't this cat look like it's crying?|