On your mark . . .

Ready . . . 

Set . . . 

Go!

Bunnies in the Driveway!

This morning I was about to start some laundry when I felt a little nudge to go for a walk instead. The laundry could wait. As I stepped out onto the porch with my camera, I spotted...

Bunnies in the driveway!

I don't think they were very happy to see me.

I snapped a few pictures, 

and then slowly, quietly, eased off the porch 

and circled around the back of the house to the other side. 

I peeked around the corner of the garage . . . 

And one of the rabbits was still there, 

eyeing me over his shoulder.

When I didn't attack,

he turned around to get a proper look at me.

Cute, isn't he?

He was evidently more hungry than frightened, 

because he went back to grazing.

I'd never seen rabbits on our property in the seven years 

I've lived here, although Bill told me they were around.

I've probably passed within yards of them dozens of times.

They have pretty good camo.

He did keep an eye on me . . . 

even while eating!

Check out those huge hind feet!

And that cute little cotton tail.

At this point I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye...

and realized his buddy hadn't fled very far.

He was regarding me with great suspicion 

from behind the nearby trees.

"Can I reach that clump of grass?"

"Yes!"

"What? Who's dangerous? What human?"

Here he's pretending he's not planning anything.

Wait for it . . . 

Wait for it . . . 

And he's gone--

right out of the picture!

I think he's trying to hide from me. 

Yup. Now both rabbits are looking at me with suspicion. 

Time to let them be. 

Millie without Luna

Millie doesn’t wander the property with me anymore.

She used to. 

When Luna and I rambled around once or twice a day, 

Millie usually followed.

She wasn’t always happy about it.

But she was curious enough, 

or jealous enough, 

or bored or lonely enough, to follow.

Because Luna explored,

Millie explored.

No matter how much I coax her,

she won’t follow me when I’m alone.

She might come as far as the porch step,

or maybe the lumber pile at the back corner of the house.

Then recently, 

Bill and I were outside airing up the tires on a trailer.

Guess who showed up—even though it was snowing just a bit?

Yup, Millie.

She came looking for us, 

yowling with curiosity and petulance.

Pinkies, what are you doing out here? 

Is it really necessary to be out in this wet and cold nastiness?

After posing for her portrait, she jumped the gate and 

stalked down the sidewalk to the front door, 

pausing after each step to shake the water off a hind paw.

So...for Millie, no one person is worth trailing 

through the snow and across the property.

(Curiosity killed the cat, right?)

C. S. Lewis wrote, 

“In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets. Now that Charles is dead, I shall never again see Ronald’s reaction to [one of Charles’s jokes]. Far from having more of Ronald, having him ‘to myself’ now that Charles is away, I have less of Ronald.”*

He goes on to make some points about friendship and Heaven and God, 
but this quote has been on my mind the last few weeks because of Millie and Luna.

Most of what Luna brought out in Millie, I don’t miss: stinkeye glares, hisses, and swipes.

However, I do miss watching Luna run and sniff and explore the property day after day . . .

and I miss being trailed by a black and white cat

who sometimes galloped across the property, teasing Luna.

And sometimes even almost played with her.

She had fun—in spite of herself, I think.

Her world has shrunk back to what it was before Luna came to us. 

It makes me sad. 

I wonder if we got another dog, 

if that might bring her out again. 

I suppose I’ll find out, when the time comes. 

* Quote is from page 234 of The Quotable Lewis, edited by Wayne Martindale and Jerry Root, copyright 1989, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, IL.