Hoppy Easter!

Hoppy Easter from Peter Cottontail down the road!

He lives about three blocks from us, near Mommy's bus stop, so she sees him sometimes.

Tux says:

Hi!  Happy Easter to all our friends!  It's a rainy Easter morning here, but yesterday was beautiful:  70-degree weather, sunshining, everything a feral guy needs.  Yesterday, the man and lady were out in my yard, clearing away brush and trimming rosebushes.  They called it "Spring Cleaning"!  There were also kids next door having a birthday party, so I hid and watched everyone.  Then, all of a sudden, this big machine came into my yard.  I've seen them in other yards and in the field, but never in this yard before.  I tucked myself under the shrubbery some more, glad that there was a fence separating me from that monster!

It screeched and ate the grass, chewed it up, spit it into a bag, and rolled on to repeat the process.  The fat field mice scurried out of its way, and I pounced on a couple that ran toward me.  *licks lips*  After the machine was gone, the grass was only as high as my paws instead of over my head!  I walked out into the middle of it, rolled a few times, then walked back to my watching spot.  Later on, I came and ate my dinner on the porch.

As you may be able to tell from this picture, even though it was taken on a telephoto setting, I am almost not afraid of the lady anymore!  My eyes don't have that haunted, scared look when I see her, although I still run or at least am wary.  If she comes toward the door, I leave, but if she stays a reasonable distance away then I know I'm safe on the porch.  Same if it's the man instead of the lady.  I watch, careful that they're keeping their distance, but I trust that they will stay inside if they see me out there.