So Many Dishes

The squirrels in our neighborhood often have us laughing at their antics. There were two on the path this morning as we took our walk, chasing each other down the path, up a tree, back down, along the path heading directly at us, then darting to the side and up another tree. Of course, I didn’t get any pictures, but I have a number of other squirrel photos, often looking directly at me while they perch atop a fence or on a tree trunk.

Over the past few months, we’ve seen rabbits more and more frequently on our walks. I have a soft spot for rabbits, probably because we had one as a pet when I was growing up. The father of one of my brother’s friends raised rabbits, and gave one to my brother. Charlie Brown lived in a hutch next to the garage, but we would bring him in the house when my dad and brother cleaned the cage. My job was to keep him secure in a small space inside the kitchen door. I would get down on the floor and pet him, and he was perfectly happy with that. So every time I see a bunny, I have this desire to stroke its fur. Okay, not happening!