There are a lot of rabbits in my neighborhood. Sometimes in the evening, there are three to six of them frolicking in the courtyard, reminding me of the expression “mad as a March hare.”
Usually when I see them, I think they have it pretty good here, the resident hawk and fox aside. They must be fairly satisfied, since … the family has gotten so … extended.
I’m glad they don’t know about my community garden. And if they find out, there are a lot of busy streets for them to cross and some distracting parks before they get there.