Our Little Prince Typhoon Phooey is also a master rabbit hunter, and the bouncing bunny bandits certainly had his attention yesterday.
Typhoon is a master rabbit hunter. He can outrun them on a straight stretch. And, if they decide to zig and zag to avoid his jaws of doom, he can out-twist and turn them. His speed and quickness is legendary.
Knowing his proclivity for rabbit hunting, Hu-Dad takes extreme measures to protect the rabbits. Before Typhoon is released into the yard, Hu-Dad scans every corner to make sure the little furry creatures have vacated. At night, a giant, ultra-bright flashlight turns the grass into day scanning for sleeping hares. Because of these precautions, Typhoon’s rabbit hunting has been quite limited this spring.
Until one wandered into the yard yesterday. While Typhoon and the others were napping in the sunshine, a rabbit slinked through the gates and into the target zone. Typhoon woke, thought it was the best dream ever. He raced. He twisted. He turned. And bunny heaven scored a new entrant. Much to his displeasure, Hu-Dad took the poor carcass and disposed of it properly outside the walls of Sibe Quentin. But our Little Prince, with blood smeared on his jowls, pranced around the yard for the remainder of the day.
P.S. – We wish we could claim no rabbits were harmed in the making of this post, but . . .