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Menagerie Musings: Cassanova
May. 13th, 2006 04:49 pmI may have forgotten to mention Cassanova before this. He's the small wild bunny that lives in the den at the back of our property (what I think of as the East Den), quite a bit smaller than our two chubmonsters who are sporting fat rolls of furry flesh under their chins. He would spend hours sitting by the girls' den amiably just hanging out and discussing whatever rural buns do. Possibly they discuss the weather, the new crop of dandelions and of course, current events.
Now that the girls are moved, he's left all alone. Spends much time looking for them in the old location under the apple trees - where, alarmingly, Tracker likes to sunbathe with great hopes that Cassanova will jump right into his mouth to save him the exertion of chasing him down. I'm concerned about Tracker actually catching him, since Cassanova is fairly tame as wild rabbits go. Cassanova will allow the dogs to get within a foot or two of him, possibly because they are so bored to death with our buns they don't bother to chase him. Oddly, Josh reports that Cassanova is his constant companion during the shed construction, even when there was a full team working on it. You'd think a wild rabbit would be startled by the constant banging, as our domestics are - stronger constitutions, perhaps.
Cassanova and I are a very respectful of each other, perhaps a tad wary. I've looked up from my reading spot under the pavilion to see him watching me from a few feet away and upon noticing my noticing, he gives me a sort of quick nod of recognition before resting back on his haunches. We both know he's gotten into the hay bales a few times, I would think strictly from curiosity, since there's more than enough yummy fresh munchies available for him in the yard. And I'm fairly certain he and the girls had a rambuncuous time of it when Gracie left their den door open all night. We are, at this point, on pregnancy alert.
I do wonder if he's found the girls new home, located at the front of the fenced portion of our yard. Where there's another rabbit den (the West den)- though I haven't seen them lately. Typically, I only see them at dusk or O Dark Thirty, nibbling on the weeds and the calendula flowers in the Spiral Walk. Wish I knew more about rabbits, perhaps, having had a litter of buns last summer its now abandoned? I can sit in my office at the front corner of the house, sipping tea and watching wild rabbits in the front yard and domestics in the side yard. I am so very, very spoiled at this wild home of ours, secretly nestled among the trees within an aging beach community. Well, we shall see about those West den buns.
Tonight, the gang has decided to go to the Drive In - which means we'll get home during prime nibbling hours! Tracker will come with us, as he makes a truly splendid foot warmer. Besides, I cannot begin to even consider not taking Tracker to the Drive In. It is his very concept of Heaven: folks who spoil him rotten, popcorn grows from the very ground, occcassionally bringing with it nachos, and wild rabbits and other dogs to play with between movies.
Now that the girls are moved, he's left all alone. Spends much time looking for them in the old location under the apple trees - where, alarmingly, Tracker likes to sunbathe with great hopes that Cassanova will jump right into his mouth to save him the exertion of chasing him down. I'm concerned about Tracker actually catching him, since Cassanova is fairly tame as wild rabbits go. Cassanova will allow the dogs to get within a foot or two of him, possibly because they are so bored to death with our buns they don't bother to chase him. Oddly, Josh reports that Cassanova is his constant companion during the shed construction, even when there was a full team working on it. You'd think a wild rabbit would be startled by the constant banging, as our domestics are - stronger constitutions, perhaps.
Cassanova and I are a very respectful of each other, perhaps a tad wary. I've looked up from my reading spot under the pavilion to see him watching me from a few feet away and upon noticing my noticing, he gives me a sort of quick nod of recognition before resting back on his haunches. We both know he's gotten into the hay bales a few times, I would think strictly from curiosity, since there's more than enough yummy fresh munchies available for him in the yard. And I'm fairly certain he and the girls had a rambuncuous time of it when Gracie left their den door open all night. We are, at this point, on pregnancy alert.
I do wonder if he's found the girls new home, located at the front of the fenced portion of our yard. Where there's another rabbit den (the West den)- though I haven't seen them lately. Typically, I only see them at dusk or O Dark Thirty, nibbling on the weeds and the calendula flowers in the Spiral Walk. Wish I knew more about rabbits, perhaps, having had a litter of buns last summer its now abandoned? I can sit in my office at the front corner of the house, sipping tea and watching wild rabbits in the front yard and domestics in the side yard. I am so very, very spoiled at this wild home of ours, secretly nestled among the trees within an aging beach community. Well, we shall see about those West den buns.
Tonight, the gang has decided to go to the Drive In - which means we'll get home during prime nibbling hours! Tracker will come with us, as he makes a truly splendid foot warmer. Besides, I cannot begin to even consider not taking Tracker to the Drive In. It is his very concept of Heaven: folks who spoil him rotten, popcorn grows from the very ground, occcassionally bringing with it nachos, and wild rabbits and other dogs to play with between movies.
