The Journey

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One more time

Isn't he adorable? The sweetest little bunny is living under our deck. I'm calling him Bunny after my best friend from college.

Nobody ever said said I'm original...

And Bunny's not even afraid of us. I got within six feet of him, snapping pictures every few seconds, before he moseyed on away.

Unfortunately, we found the second half of his sibling, after finding the first half a few days ago. Poor thing. Don't know what did it, but it made me sad. There's a good reason wild animals should be fearful and hide.

So tonight Davey was out cooking me a steak on the grill, and guess who's back... that's right, Mr. Woody. He's been visiting our yard for the past few years. You can see his picture and read about him here, and here, and here, and here.

I haven't seen him yet, but he apparently strolled right in under the fence in the corner of the yard. Davey chased him away, but I'm sure he'll be back.

So far Bunny hasn't eaten much, mainly just the nice new grass. No problem. But if Mr. Woody starts chewing up our plants again this year, watch out!