Wednesday, May 1, 2013
You might not think a plain ol' cottontail, hopping down the graveled path which runs past my workroom end of the cottage, to be much in the way of portrait or post material. Well, that's because you don't know that hopping rabbits—or non-hopping ones, for that matter—on the graveled path or elsewhere in the yard, could legitimately be called rare. Fact is, this might be the first one I've spotted through this window since moving here nearly eight years ago.
Not that cottontails are otherwise rare hereabouts—merely rare to my yard. I see one every now and then at the end of the driveway. And I frequently spot them in yards belonging to neighbors up the road.
But not here, in the main yard. Maybe because of the nearby river. The rocky, lack-of-escape-holes ground. Or especially the prevalence of roaming cats. Certainly not because of any shortage of food—until I mowed yesterday, you could have lost a Volkswagen in the lush, knee-high grass.
Whatever. When this one came hop, hop, hopping into view recently, I was more than a bit startled. Which made two of us, as Br'er Rabbit seemed equally nonplussed when he paused, glanced at the cottage window, and saw some surprised fellow eagerly pointing a handy Nikon his way.