|view towards town|
This morning, our dog, Callie was digging in and under our porch...for what, who knows. But something was keeping her attention. It wasn't long and a bunny hopped past. It brought a smile to our faces. Callie could care less about the rabbits that roam here, but, the rabbit doesn't know that. It was cautious, would hop, hop, hop. Stop. Look over it's shoulder then start the process again.
Out of the corner of Steve's eye he saw the bunny playing in the grass at the spot where our yard joins the hay field. It was joined by another one. I turned to watch. They were so cute. I've never seen bunnies play like they were. They literally were 'playing'. I can't even begin to describe what they were doing, but it consisted of hops, side jumps, one over the other. It made for a pleasant chuckle.
Steve left and I continued my morning on the porch, my 'just right' coffee on the table beside me, magazine in my hand. Callie continued her pursuit of whatever, and a movement near the corn field caught my eye. A coyote. It visits quite often. A lone 'wolf' so to speak. Callie had not caught site or scent of it. Again, the coyote didn't know this and was very apprehensive. A few quiet steps, a look, a few steps more. Finally, he was far enough away to be safe and trotted off.
|the winning hummer|
|and rain came down...flowers danced|