I find myself contemplating rabbits again. Each morning when I go out to feed, there are four adult rabbits that scamper out from under the small porch. I’m fairly certain that they meet each day, knowing my schedule, and discuss how they will handle my entrance into their world.
One day they will just peer out from under the boards at me, each in a different spot. One might be next to one of my flower tubs, one under the bottom step, and the other two on either side at the edges.
Another day, I’ll step out and all four will clearly have just emerged from under that porch as they each have a spot in the yard not far from the safety of “underneath.” And they stare at me.
But this particular day, I think they decided I needed some shaking up. I emerged from the garage door and there they were in various places in the yard. They didn’t seem to notice me. But when I hit the end of the sidewalk, all rabbit hell broke loose. Each one lit off in a different direction hitting full rabbit speed in seconds. I spooked and they each ran a circle around me, like maybe they even drew some ancient symbol as they careened around me from all sides.
Who knows what they’ll do tomorrow.