The bunny in the yard: bunny anecdotes
Looking out the double doors in our little "florida room" there munching away on grass sat the smallest baby bunny. Ears perked, hop hop, chomp chomp…..and that is exactly what Rosie would do if she could get to it! Now how can I protect this little bunny….watching before I let Rosie outside….she tears around the yard chasing the black snakes…our lucky snakes who eat the cockaroachas (spelling is my choice)…she has never caught one so maybe the bunny will be able to whiz away quickly if dangerous Rosie attacks….
Thinking about this bunny made me remember a few little anecdotes about bunnies that I remember…. My Mother used to relate a story about when she was a little girl when her Dad would come back from hunting and the rabbits were laid out across the porch before ….well, you know what….she would pick up a poor dead bunny and rock and rock it on the front porch…..till her Mother yelled and into the wash pan she found herself scrubbed from head to toe!
My daughter to this day swears she saw the Easter bunny come into her room when she was a little girl….maybe it was the organic mushrooms….anyway, she says the bunny was about 3 feet tall and had a little green velvet jacket on and hopped in her room and then went out….whoaaaa, she loves to tell that story……
Then there was the time when we babysat the classroom guinnea pig…over the Easter holiday….well everytime I tried to open a cellophane bag of candy…..eeekeeekeek went the guinnea pig…I finally had to go to the basement to fix the Easter baskets and his eeekeekeeek continued…..I did not want the kids to wake up….so I ended up going out to the garage and fixing baskets there in the twilight of the garage light…..
When I was about 3 years old we had a bunny in a bunny hutch in our garage….he was supposed to be my pet…but I think my Mother took care of him…..My Dad would let the bunny hop around the yard and eat clover….and then back in the hutch…not a very happy life I think…..
Sweet little memories…..just for me…. I hope Rosie doesn’t chomp this bunny…..
we had a pet bunny once in our house. He used a litter box just like a cat
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My dad was a logger, and one time he brought home a brown baby bunny in his lunchbox. A tree had fallen on the nest, killing the mama. Mom fed the bunny milk from an eyedropper and it lived with us until it could eat on its own. My dad was a big burly tough guy, who liked to say he was the “meanest sonofgun in the woods,” but I remember him as the gentle man who carried bunnies in his lunchbox.
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I remember vividly sitting on my grandma’s porch, the day of Halloween, and seeing a witch on a broom fly past the setting sun. Go figure.
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I lived in a really nice apartment complex once in Coluumbia and I had woods on two sides. It seemed like I was in the country at times. On occasion, when sitting on the balcony overlooking the woods, I’d see a rabbit munching grass by the sidewalk. What a peaceful place that was.
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That is a great entry, Ollie, and I really enjoyed it!! So glad to see you writing!! Love,
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Super entry, yes, as freewind wrote: bunnies are special are they not? White ones are my fav. Rosie will be what she is and the bunny best move on, I’d say.
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I hope if they get out together the bunnie hops fast.
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Ollie, thank you so much for the snail mail!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is one coming back your way. You are priceless, my sweet friend!!!!!!!!! With love,
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we found(someone’s discarded pet) a bunny on st. patrick’s day which we called Patio Bunny or Paddy O Bunny because we kept him on the patio. Freewind said we had to watch him because he’d scare the cat, and he did!!! Then he ran off after the wild girl bunnies in the yard. I found a broken but repaired ear bunny at a clothes donation site near biloxi. Who needs a china bunny in the middle
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