The adventure continues…The baby rabbit had made an impression that was right up there with ice cream. This meant disappointment for me, of course, in terms of my desire for a “serious” agenda, but it was more than made up for in the days that followed by the joy of witnessing Riri’s very serious enthusiasm for exploring the woods around our home in search of anything that hopped, crawled, jumped, slithered or flew.
One day I noticed him kneeling at the edge of our pond with his head under the water for what seemed like an impossible amount of time. The next, he was out on a limb, high in a granddaddy oak, following who knows what. Another time he spent hours, mesmerized by the web-making of a garden spider. He would grace me with his presence, only in passing, to ask questions about names and habits of the “furrytails” or the “big floaters” or the “li’l buzzers with nose in fwowies (‘what they lookin’?)
He could get quite excited when the pair of fawns would play, chasing each other at surprising speed, and quickly learned that they would stay around longer if he didn’t try to join them…and when a momma blackbear ambled through, with her very small cubs scrambling to keep up, he trembled with excitement, from behind the instinctive safety of a tree. But, when she stopped to sniff and then fix a laser-like look in the direction of his hiding place, he “POPPED”...
This period of intense attention to wildlife lasted nearly a week, and I was pleased when it actually led to the kind of conversation I had been hoping for…
Had I only known… I could have looked forward to the surprising and inspiring observations he would be sharing…
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