Thanks, Ron:

One of these days when I have the time, I'll post the story and the song I wrote about Milton, Wisconsin. A more unassuming, sleepy little town you couldn't imagine, but what a fascinating history, full of idealism, odd twists, the Cold Water Society, the undergroun railroad... it has it all. My Mother grew up in Milton, and it always seemed like the sleepiest little "nothing" town, of less than 1,000 population.

A couple of weeks ago, I commented on seeing a bunny out with his Mom that we saw on the river walk. Two weeks ago, when his Mother saw us coming, she stealthily moved over to an area of bare ground the same color as her fur, and stretched out on it... front and rear legs stretched out in front and behind her to keep her flat against the ground. The little bunny paid no attention to her, and just sat bolt upright, eating clover.

Yesterday, we passed the same area, and saw the little bunny. Now a little bigger. With no Mom around. Apparently, she had a good talk with him after our last experience because when he saw us, he slid over to a bare patch of ground to camouflage himself. Just like Mom. But, we had to laugh. When he tried to lie stretch hsi front and back legs out, just like Mom, he lost his balance and feel over. Very uncermoniously. He recovered enough to get stretched out and stayed that way until we left. I could hear him muttering to himself under his breath.. "Mom made it look so easy!"

He'll get it, though. It takes practice to become invisible.

Jerry