Some of you new to reading this blog may not know about Smoke and my fantastical story about his antics as an undercover rabbit working a covert op in the pasture.
In this summer’s blazing heat, Smoke has apparently decided to blow his cover and be seen. Perhaps it’s too hot to hide.
When I came upon Smoke snoozing in the sun, I feared he wasn’t doing well. Especially when he didn’t move as I approached him.
He was stretched out in the open, no cover, which is very unusual for him. He actually let me get pretty close.
I worried that he was sick.
Thank goodness for those perky ears standing straight up.
Okay whew, he’s alive, I thought.
I was in no mood to deal with a sad rabbit story.
Now, or ever if I’m being totally honest with you.
So as I stood staring at Smoke, he got up. I’m sure he was more than a little peeved that I couldn’t just let him nap.
I had to stand there gawking at him, snapping photos.
He moved closer to cover.
I think he was trying to totally wake up. You know how it feels when you’ve been sleeping in a hot room? How totally dopey you feel.
We hung out for a while before he realized he had a meeting to get to. At least that was the story he gave me.
I saw him again a few days later, in the cool of the evening after we’d had the blessing of rain. He sat in the damp grass, wriggling his nose and surveying the pasture.
I swear he tipped his ears toward me in a greeting.
“How’s it going?” he seemed to say.
In a round about sort of way, we’re like this (index and middle finger held closely together.)
That is to say, we’re close.
Friends, Buds, Compadres.