My Moon Bunny? I didn’t think she would stay. I didn’t expect it, not really. I thought she’d go slipping off into the night in the same ethereal, mysterious way that she appeared. That isn’t what happened. The owner of the house next door, who rents it out, came by to mow down the lawn. He found Moon Bunny there. … Read More
Miss Murder/Snow White.
I was gone for a week and nobody saw the rabbit, but the day after I returned, so did she. She’s currently hopping around my backyard as I type. Such a sweet little thing. I call her Omen. Or Giggity G. Or Thor. Or Bunniful. Or whatever the heck I want, because she’s here and she’s beautiful and I love … Read More