We have a family of bunnies that live in the bushes on the side of our house. We see them every day. So they have names now.
There is Bun.
As far as I can tell, Bun is the parent bunny. Bun also has a tiny patch of reddish-brown fur on the back of his neck, right behind his ears.
And then there is Tiny Bun.
And (unpictured) Little Bun and Littlest Bun.
Today, I nearly scared Tiny Bun half to death, tossing bits of carrots off of the deck and onto the patch of grass that they call dinner (I didn’t know he was there!). I don’t feed them all the time. I only toss out carrots about once a week because I don’t want them to become dependent, but I figure if people who leave corn out for deer can do it, I can do it too.
Just another little update from suburbia.