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Bunny news: big old bunny (hare, but we'll say bunny) was hanging about all day, so I tried to make friends with him. I thought it was weird that he was about in mid afternoon and so stoic about my presence, but I figured--well, this imagines I was thinking, which obviously I wasn't--that he was just particularly tame and looking for food, although he didn't respond to the stuff I tried to give him.
After some time, there's a rustle in the brush to my right, and I see his wife, who has been sitting in silent obscurity the whole time. She gives him an irritated look and hops off.
So oops on that. My bad. Why is a bunny standing about in the open in the middle of the day while a clothed ape bounces carrot tops (not the guy) off his forehead? Because he's protecting a bunny nest, of course. A bit of investigating turns up a pile of torn out mommy bunny fur in confirmation. So well shit, I hope I didn't scare them off and transform them into ravenous baby-eating monsters. (Which is somewhat of an odd transformation for a bunny, when you think about it. That's nature for you, laughing from its mountain.)
A little while later (I dunno, more than a day less than a year... my ability to discriminate time is fairly rough grained), there's this tiny little stuffed animal of a baby bunny hanging about. Haven't seen his folks around, and no brothers or sisters either, but here he is. Wonder what happened... But I spent the day working outside, and bringing food to the doorway of the little cubbyhole he'd found. He would nom nom nom long blades of grass like a conveyorbelt, it was pretty cute. Now he hops contently around and upon my feet when he sees me. He remains afraid of my hands, despite the fact that it is they who bring his food. I'm not sure he recognizes that they're the same animal as the feet. (Perhaps they are not.)
I hope he survives. To make sure he's not completely tame, I paid one of the neighbours to run at him and scream at every opportunity. (He's put up mock effigies of warning bunnies around his lawn, as well as a tiny sign in a language I cannot read. I fear he may be taking his charge too seriously.)
After some time, there's a rustle in the brush to my right, and I see his wife, who has been sitting in silent obscurity the whole time. She gives him an irritated look and hops off.
So oops on that. My bad. Why is a bunny standing about in the open in the middle of the day while a clothed ape bounces carrot tops (not the guy) off his forehead? Because he's protecting a bunny nest, of course. A bit of investigating turns up a pile of torn out mommy bunny fur in confirmation. So well shit, I hope I didn't scare them off and transform them into ravenous baby-eating monsters. (Which is somewhat of an odd transformation for a bunny, when you think about it. That's nature for you, laughing from its mountain.)
A little while later (I dunno, more than a day less than a year... my ability to discriminate time is fairly rough grained), there's this tiny little stuffed animal of a baby bunny hanging about. Haven't seen his folks around, and no brothers or sisters either, but here he is. Wonder what happened... But I spent the day working outside, and bringing food to the doorway of the little cubbyhole he'd found. He would nom nom nom long blades of grass like a conveyorbelt, it was pretty cute. Now he hops contently around and upon my feet when he sees me. He remains afraid of my hands, despite the fact that it is they who bring his food. I'm not sure he recognizes that they're the same animal as the feet. (Perhaps they are not.)
I hope he survives. To make sure he's not completely tame, I paid one of the neighbours to run at him and scream at every opportunity. (He's put up mock effigies of warning bunnies around his lawn, as well as a tiny sign in a language I cannot read. I fear he may be taking his charge too seriously.)