We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
In the rain, out my window today. That's an Eastern Cottontail baby, destined to be dog food, or hawk food, or owl food before reaching maturity. The odds are against baby bunnies. Cute things. I think the family lives under my shed, along with a Chipmunk family.
Last May I had a baby eating the grass near the deck. Then it disappeared. This year an adult is doing the exact same thing now. And it’s not afraid of the old dog on the deck, just like the baby last year. I’m thinking it’s the same bunny and the grass is a seasonal thing?