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Since this is Blog Hop Saturday, this story seems very appropriate.
Friday night, we were doing a walk on the roads around our neighborhood. As we have explained before, we only have one year round neighbor and none of the rental houses have any guests in them this week, so the wildlife is quite comfortable wandering around. The rabbit population seems to have exploded, so The Herd are on constant rabbit alert (and turkey alert, but no turkeys last night).
We came around a curve and The Herd alerted. Kiska’s nose was the first in the air, but the others joined quickly. They were staring past the tall grass just beyond the side of the road. We are walking, scanning the grass, waiting on a rabbit, turkey, or something to break and run.
Suddenly, we saw it. A small, young rabbit. Brown speckled fur. In the grass. Less than a foot to Rusty’s left. Well within leash range, so there would be no stopping him. While we know Rusty has a well-earned reputation of always clowning around, he is also very swift and, since he walks on the edges of trail, has snagged many a snack before the humans could react.
But the humans realized something. The Herd was all still scanning the grasses. Despite the proximity, they had not spotted rabbit. We kept walking. The rabbit remained totally frozen. And . . . that was it.
Rusty will never know how close he came to a most tasty snack.
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Wow! Pretty amazing that none of you pals noticed the little bunny 🙂
Hugs and snaggle-tooth kisses,
Sierra Rose
No yummy bunny? Bummer….
jack a-roo & miss moo
Sami will walk by if the bunny stays perfectly still, but Lord help us if it moves! Pilot, on the other hand, can smell a bunny from a mile away (crazy hound!). I have to agree with the earlier post – lucky rabbit and lucky leash-holder!!
That little rabbit will never know how close it was to the end.
Woof! Woof! What a lucky rabbit. Happy BLOG HOP Weekend. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar
Uh-oh, I hope Rusty doesn’t read this …
Do the Bunny Hop! Hop hop hop!!!
That bunny must have had his lucky rabbit’s foot with him.
Love,
Ammy
Lucky rabbit! Not to mention whoever was at the other end of that leash… I can only imagine what it feels like to become a human sled.
We hate to admit it, but we have missed very close bunnies too. Mom says we have walked right by quite a few, but those sneaky rabbits are so quiet. We might have to turn up both the nose and eye radar a few notches.
Woos – Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara
You know, just this morning we were talking about how many rabbits there are this year – we think the rain and increase in grasses, etc. caused an explosion. Sam is so quick he has caught several rabbits. We are so thankful that he doesn’t kill them, just brings them back to us alive!
Sam
Dear Rusty –
Thank woo fur providing the hu-dad with a blog post today –
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
PeeEssWoo: Woo knew the wabbit was there – I know that!
That little rabbit does not how lucky he was!
Happy Saturday!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
We’ve had a few of those moments, too. Usually a distraction up the street by neighborhood cats while the rabbits lay low. Fortunately, “drop it” has worked for us.
I can’t even imagine if the whole Herd decided to give chase to something at once! I have this vision of the Hu-Dad being drug haplessly through that unmowed forest as The Herd goes into overdrive. Have they ever given chase to something?
That was one lucky (and brave) rabbit!
Your pal, Pip
Oh, Rusty, how could you miss Thumper? A delicate treat, right in front of your face! I know. My entire backyard is a Thumper graveyard. Red, brown, black, cutesy white fluffballs are my smorgasbord. My crazy lady goes insane because she can not reach the spot where I bury the critters under the giant Oak, waiting for them to ripen…oh well, perhaps next time? Perhaps you will have better luck?
May the spirit of the Huntress give you strength, so you don’t miss the next fluffball that crosses your path…
Luv,
Sugar
Rabbit 1, Rusty 0. Phew!
OMD – what a close call for the bunny! It would make me crazy to know I had been THAT close! BOL!
Wags,
Zona