Window Shopping

Hu-Dad was working away in his study when he noticed that several of us were doing some window shopping.

Look out there.

Ooooooh. Look out there.

Hu-Dad checked all of the usual suspects. Our neighbors were not riding their horses (aka, big dogs) down the horse trail in front of the house. No bears. No deer. No coyote.

what attention

So what has everyone’s attention?

The answer is that we have a small family that has set up home in front of our house.

Rabbits

Rabbits!

For some odd reason, Hu-Dad will not let us go out front and say hello. so we have to be content with staring through the window.

looking at us

Do you feel like someone is looking at us?

1 Comments

  1. Mom, Ice 'n Ebby on June 14, 2015 at 4:21 am

    Mom sez: I have a feeling your “Welcome to the Neighbourhood” would be a little too boisterous for the poor rabbits. They might not understand that all you want to do is “say hello”. (Yeah, right!)

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