As some of you may have read, we recently had an incident in our front yard where a large crow attacked and killed a rabbit kitten (once again, baby rabbits are called “kittens,” I looked it up). A second kitten ran and the mother bailed. I was still at work at the time, but I came home to find the second kitten wedged under the wheel of my recycling bin. I managed to coax the little guy out and despite the vast plethora of negative comments and feedback I received online when I sought advice, Nathan and I fed and kept the kitten until the end of the day where, on advice of actual professionals, I put him under the cover of the tree in our front yard to be retrieved by his mother. I named him Fluffernut and you can read the original post here.
Maybe it’s just me or maybe I’m just believing what I want to believe. But last Thursday I was hanging out in the garage, enjoying a cigar and Nathan was a short distance away, playing on his Nintendo Switch. All of a sudden, he looks up and whispers, “Dad, there a rabbit there…” I stood slowly and looked over and sure enough, a small rabbit was sitting at the edge of my garage looking at us. We stepped closer and to our surprise, he hopped TOWARDS us. It may be a romantic notion, but given the small size and the look of the colour, I was pretty confident that this was Fluffernut, come back for a visit.
Some may comment that this could have ben any rabbit, and they would be right. Maybe it is just some random rabbit. Damn… Try saying THAT three times, fast… Random rabbit… Maybe it’s just my French tongue. But I digress… We put out some timothy hay pellets and watched in amazement as the rabbit followed Nathan around the yard as he placed a few small piles here and there. The rabbit partook of some and hopped around, staying close to us the whole time, before dashing off between the garage and the neighbour’s property.
Was this the rabbit I rescued a short while ago? Maybe not. Does it matter? Absolutely not. To have a creature of nature willingly come into my yard, frolic and play with my son and I and add a bit of positive energy to our lives makes it so it doesn’t matter if it was the same rabbit or not. With everything happening in the world, a little positivity can go an extremely long way; especially in one’s home. Food for thought… ☯️
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