Meet Our New Neighbor

Last week I looked outside and saw a little rabbit taking a nap in our front yard. A few hours later he was still in that same spot. I finally saw him hop from his cozy bed that evening when a hawk swooped down trying to snatch him up. The next day there he (or she...I have no way of knowing) lay in the exact same spot only this time in the pouring rain. It rained again the next day and again, there was the rabbit.


There he sat in the cold, cold rain.



As they gathered from far and near to see the strange rabbit who would brave such torrential weather.



I had a brief, horrible thought that maybe this rabbit had chosen his final resting place and was awaiting a peaceful passage. Disposing of a dead rabbit is definitely not something I want on my to-do list right now. So of course I charged at the rabbit in the middle of the thunderstorm to make sure there was a some life left in him and all my fears were laid to rest when he took off like a...well, like a rabbit.



So after explaining to Sage that no, we weren't going to play in the rain, Mommy just lost her mind for a second, the rabbit returned and we went back to our watch posts and were even joined by our cat, Madjka.



Have I told you about Madjka?




He weighs three more pounds than our seven month old daughter.



You would think Clare would be a bit intimidated but the enormous furball only seems to fascinate her.



Back to the rabbit. This is a picture of him today, still hanging out in our front yard and, thankfully, still has plenty of bounce in his hop. I don't know why he's chosen to spend his days here, being ogled by a curious two year old but I'm going to choose to believe that he's here to give us something to look forward to every day as we run to the front door to see if our new neighbor is home.