Rabbits in the Grass, Alas!
See, doesn't that look cute, a happy little rabbit, enjoying life, taking a moment to stop and smell the flowers?
But wait, what's this? He's not smelling those cosmos! He's tasting them!
Oh no, another blossom bites the dust. I'm telling you, I've lost astilbe, black-eyed susans, cosmos, coreopsis, and who knows what else to that wascally wabbit. He doesn't seem to like the iris or the hosta plants, thank goodness, or for that matter the hydrangea. That would really make me mad!
I don't know why he and his buddies can't simply stay in the back yard and eat all the weeds that are masquerading as a lawn out there... Heaven knows they play out there often enough, chasing each other around the butterfly bush and feeders until it's nearly dark.
If only they'd stay out back... Ah well. You take the good with the not so good, and if this is the worst I have to complain about in my life, I guess I'll take it and be grateful.
Waxing philosophical by the feeders,
Mrs. CapeCodAlan
Cornell Ornithology Laboratory: Inside Birding
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