06/24/05

My daughter, Kellie, is the real bunny person in the family.  A couple of years ago she moved from Florida to Colorado with 28 bunnies in cages in the back of her rental truck.  And then when she arrived, she learned that the real estate agent hadn't finished the paperwork for the loan and the closing was delayed another 2 or 3 days.  My daughter doesn't get frantic about much of anything, but she needed to be able to take better care of her bunnies.  So for a couple of days, my garage became the Colorado Springs Bunny Motel. 

In early 2005 while waiting for the return of the hummingbirds and the arrival of the new fawns, I started stalking the neighborhood rabbits hoping to get some pictures for Kellie--not that she really needed pictures when she had the real thing.  I finally got a few pictures of adult rabbits, and the details made the pictures interesting. 

One morning in April, I was moving some hoses to water at just about daybreak, and I almost stepped on a tiny bunny nestled in the grass.  He didn't run, but there wasn't enough light for pictures. When I brought my camera out a few minutes later, this fist-sized bunny had disappeared.  However, he had a favorite rock next to the grass, and he hung out there parts of every day for about six weeks.  The rock was only a couple of feet from a drain pipe leading down from the driveway--or leading up if you're a tiny bunny and want to hang around for a while by the upper flower bed.

Turned out I had two young bunnies about the same size.  Occasionally I'd get them in the same pictures, including part of one wild chase when this tiny bunny decided to challenge the other one for its territory at the north end of the grass.

Jimmie H Butler, Author and Photographer