It's been a while since we had a wild bunny sighting. This "wild" bunny appeared last spring, out of nowhere, sitting under a buck's cage in the barn. That's why I think it's a "she." Perhaps someone's pet was dropped off here after a child tired of it? Happens all the time with cats. All my bunnies are long-haired angoras. This bunny has adapted very well to farm living. She has moved into the hay mow for the winter, living in her own personal smorgasbord of grasses. I worry about the dogs/foxes/coyotes getting her but so far she has eluded them. I've become very fond of this mystical, magical bunny. I think she's blessed. I worry about her finding water, etc. She's done very well for herself so far, to look at her portly shape. I think she finds me amusing, as she sat very still long enough for me to fumble with gloves and zippers to get my camera out of my ski pants. I should call her Greta Garbo.
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