One time on when I was young we were driving home from an event at one of the local colleges on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. We passed a sign that said, "Bunnies for Sale". As usual I asked my dad if I could have a bunny (not that I always asked for bunnies...I always asked for any cute animal I saw and had even been known to ask my dad to catch chipmunks for me). To the surprise of everyone in the car he said Yes! Maybe he was feeling guilty for all the chipmunks he didn't catch. Bun-Bun, as I named the white rabbit I picked out, lived in a cage my dad built in the backyard.
As I walked through the neighborhood making my way toward the nearby mountain there were rabbits crossing the road in front of me quite regularly (as well as the evidence of one that didn't cross the road fast enough. I didn't photography him although he would have been easier to capture on film than the other rabbits I saw.)
One of the art forms that is very common in this area are metal cut-outs welded onto fences or mounted on the garage. Most common seem to be the quail and saguaro cactus and maybe the coyote so I was surprise to find the image of the rabbit mounted on someones mailbox.
Have a hoppy day!
2 comments:
Keep telling us stories. It's fun to hear from you. I like frequenting blogs, especially ones with pictures.
You walk in the desert sounds so peaceful- I think I'd really enjoy a desert stroll.
Right now, it's pouring here (has been since last night.. rained out our weekend camping trip).
love and miss you,
J
Cute story. I liked it, but didn't see "alas" or "terra cotta anywhere. What ever happened to Bun-Bun?
SA
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