I introduced you to the bouncer at the hay barn last January. The good news? He (or one of his brethren who looks exactly like him)
is still guarding the door. The bad news? He and his family are still chewing through the twine on the hay bales.
The price I pay for having cute friends.
I have known for several months that an extended family of bunny rabbits has been living in my hay barn. The rabbit poop atop the hay bales is a dead giveaway, as are the chewed-through strings of twine. I curse a blue streak every time I hoist a bale of hay, only to have it burst because some darned rabbit has been gnawing on the twine. Then I come face to face with one of them and all is forgiven.
This guy is the bouncer. He guards the tarp and won't let me in unless I tell him the secret password.
He is bold and fearless...and fat. Must be all that good hay he's eating.
He is also very willing to pose for pictures.
Rabbit: I think I shall be leaving now. You're getting a little too close.