This was the lucky one. The rest were chewed, mangled, dug up and stomped upon. I am haunted by the image of their cute little bunny faces laughing as they danced on my misery.
This was the lucky one. The rest were chewed, mangled, dug up and stomped upon. I am haunted by the image of their cute little bunny faces laughing as they danced on my misery.
Travels of : ँ : a Yogin
Le petit jardin de Phádraig. Writing lifts me up.
Adventurer. Hiker. Advocate.
Gardening, nature and country walking
Still learning after all these years.....
I hate them all!
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🙂
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Ooh! They are awful in spite of their cute looks. I would hate them too. Charlie would probably love to catch them for you. I’ll ship him over.
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Please do, I will look after him for you!
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Oh, dear! I haven’t seen any bunnies here–I think they were all shipped off to Texas (no, really!). The raccoons are hanging around, though: waiting for the figs to ripen.
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That sounds like another story!
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I completely understand! Between the jackrabbits and the squirrels…grrr!
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It is a battle, but one of the best sort. 🙂
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