Tony's back-with a new knee and a new company (great new wines, too!)
In the notable absence of other workout options, we’ve been taking advantage of the series of trails behind Medway High School. The Boardwalk Trail is a particularly fine choice for a morning jaunt with the dogs-the scenery is fine, and you generally see more wildlife than people.
We’ve spotted otters, cranes, countless geese, ducks, and deer, and once-memorably-a bobcat. And bunnies. Lots of bunnies, which usually scurry away as two galumphing humans walking two inquisitive terriers approach. Usually.
But lately, and always at the exact same spot in the Adams Street meadow, we’ve been encountering one pleasingly plump bunny who doesn’t run away. He (she?) sits there, just off the trail, whiskers twitching, munching on a blade of grass as though he hasn’t a care in the world. When we’re about two feet away-dogs straining at their leashes and spoiling for a chase- he finally saunters off. After several sightings of this fellow, we’ve started to worry about him-and speculate on his motivations.
Is this an elderly uncle bunny, slightly blind and hard of hearing? His relatives caution him not to stray far from the burrow-and definitely stay away from that path- but he says, ‘You young whippersnappers don’t know everything. I’ve been eating grass in that meadow my whole life, and I’m not going to stop just because of some noisy yapping creatures.’ And off he totters.
Is this a Mama bunny, homeschooling a score of young bunnies? Lately, they’ve been bickering about the difference between sparrows and hawks and cutting class to smoke a little jimsonweed. Furthermore, the rabbit ear system for remote learning keeps going down. By comparison, the two ferocious terriers seem positively peaceful. And quiet.
Of course, it could be a teenage bunny, rebelling against bunny regulations, thinking, ‘I cannot WAIT until I have my own burrow and don’t have to obey all these stupid rules. I’m going to install a sick sound system and a carrot juice bar, and throw some major parties.’ Until then, he hangs out at the edge of the path, delighting in the frisson of danger he feels as the dogs approach.
Or maybe this bunny is just enjoying the day, feeling the early morning sun on her fur and the slight breeze ruffling her whiskers. The smell of damp earth, the taste of some sweet spring grass….birds singing in the background. Ahhh….this is pretty nice. Who are we to judge her motivations?
That’s a specifically human inclination. We love to judge, classify, and categorize. Maybe this bunny, luxuriating in the sights, sounds, and smells of the morning meadow, is onto something. Maybe the bunny has it all figured out, and is going to be just fine. I hope so.