
How better to spend a lovely spring day than chasing something small, furry and defenseless hither and thither until it's been cornered... petted... and pictured. This little bunny made himself known after I'd been a real jerk and clipped his favorite boxwood, which grows at the base of a statue of St. Francis (of course).
1 comment:
Great photos. I love the writing. Get that *%!@## woodchuck! your Cursing Mommy
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