“Stop worrying,” my husband said. “Wild beings know how to survive. Especially rabbits.”
Perhaps. But all the surrounding towns are now being seriously developed. I see hawks up in the branches of the neighborhood trees. A housing development is not a natural habitat for such raptors.[18] One day my husband saw a turkey buzzard perched on our chimney; they are becoming a frequent, and rather disconcerting, sight on streets and in backyards.[19]
The day the shed was totally dismantled, the gray boards hauled off to wherever sheds go,[20] I saw my neighbor outside. I went out to ask if he planned to put up another shed. But the words wouldn’t come out.
“The bunnies!” was all I said as we stood there together looking at the now very open spot in his yard. He laughed.
“They took off like a shot,” he said. “It took them all of four seconds to scoot[21] under that shed.”
He pointed to the neighbor’s yard diagonally[22] across from mine. There was a shed I hadn’t noticed because it was blocked by the shed that was just taken down. A bigger shed. One that wasn’t about to come to pieces around them. The rabbits may have been forced from their original home but they had moved to a much better location.
And their new digs weren’t so very far away. Maybe the rabbits will find their way back into my yard next spring. Maybe they will remember my fine clover and the seeds that fall from the feeders.
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