Just after daybreak the other morning, I went out to get the morning paper and caught a little rabbit sitting in the flower bed that surrounds the lamppost having his breakfast … a piece of one of our plants! My first thought was “you wascally wittle wabbit” as Elmer Fudd would have said, but my second thought was “photo op!” and I went to get my camera.
When I first saw him, he had this little stalk from one of our plants in his mouth, busily chewing on it. But when he saw me, he immediately quit chewing and just sat perfectly still, stalk still in mouth. I picture him thinking, “If I sit perfectly still she won’t notice me.” And he probably thought that had worked when I disappeared into the house, but when I walked back out with the camera and looked straight at him as I prepared to take a picture, he quickly realized the gig was up, dropped the evidence and ran behind the bushes next to the house.