Springtime in our neck of Irvine is rabbit wabbit season. They’re everywhere. To paraphrase an old saying, “They **** like bunnies!”
By August they’ll be mostly gone. I try and warn them about joining the coyotes for dinner, but they don’t get it. This is the natural cycle of life.
Helaine insists there’s only one and his name is Fluffy. I’ve seen two at the same time, but I understand what a spouse must do for marital tranquility. Fluffy it is.
Amazingly, Doppler doesn’t notice them at all! You would think after finally being near an animal she towers over she’d get excited. Maybe she needs to be checked for glasses?
