We have a lot of bunnies around our house, but really sometimes I think of them as "those wascaly wabbits" because they have eaten so many branches of our burning bushes-stripped them clean. I know.... we live in the country, they lived here first, yadda-yadda. But, "can't we all just get along?"
The deposits they leave behind can be used to help the bushes grow, so maybe that is payment for their meals?
I enjoy looking at the tracks, to see how they traveled here and there in our yards. It looks like a thruway overpass sometimes, mostly the same tracks in the same pattern, over and over.
Yesterday, I needed to go to Matka's home in preparation for selling. As I walked up the driveway, a light snow gave away the identity of the recent visitors-bunny tracks from the yard to her front garden bed and back. In the good old days, when I would pick her up to go places-she was always ready in coat and scarf at the door waiting-and we always remarked on her bunny friend's tracks. Not yesterday.
But, I did enjoy a smile thinking of her and those simple little shared moments.
No tears, just good memories.