A tribute to a sweet little wild bunny.
When she was quite small, she managed not only to survive four curious cats, a trip through the kitty door (which seriously scraped the fur and skin off her back), a harrowing escape through the living room, then out the front door. Weeks later, she took up residence in our front yard. She was clearly the same little rabbit, because of the reverse mohawk on her back, which (we were relieved to see), healed very nicely. She seemed familiar with us, the frantic humans from the house who expedited her getaway. On several occasions, she allowed us to approach, and was so relaxed in our presence, that she settled down a couple of feet away and bathed like a cat,taking time to thoroughly groom.
We haven’t seen her for a while. We’re hoping that she is safe, and is more wary of the dangers of cats and cars and humans. Hoping even more, that her curious and trusting nature didn’t lead her into another disaster, like a suburban Peter Rabbit.
We’ll be watching out for her this winter, ready with some extra bunny nutrition to help her through the coming snow storms. Ironically however, it would be better if she didn’t return. Better if her survival instincts took her a few blocks over to the river,where it’s a little more wild and a possibly a little bit safer.