Speaking of rabbits... Ruth and I were on our morning walk and came across a Mother rabbit and her little baby. There's a stretch of the walk that goes through a lightly wooded area, and she was out with her baby feeding on tender new sprouts. They were no more than six feet from the walkway, and we stopped to look at them (and talk to them, of course.)

When we stopped, the Mother hopped about three feet away (not to safety) as unobtrusively as she could, from a grassy area where she was very visible, to a dirt area much the color of her fur. She lay as flat as she could get her body with her hind legs stretched out behind her so that she blended in with the color of the dirt, and kept a close eye on us. The baby was still too, but wasn't going to get into any of this stretched out stuff... "C'mon Mom! We could outrun them easy... aren't you over-reacting a little?" But the baby at least stood still. After I carried on a brief if albiet one-sided conversation with them, we went on our way. When we came back, Mom was nowhere to be seen, but the baby was still there, eating. He didn't move, but he had a big stalk of clover in his front paws and kept right on eating. "She told me not to move, but she didn't say that I had to stop eating..."

Kids... they always find a way to ignore their parents...

Jerry