things aren't always as they seem

Location, Location, Location

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Silly rabbits.

I’m in the back yard earlier this week and see our littlest dog, Moe, sticking her paw through the chain link fence reaching, reaching, reaching as far as she can to the other side. Something on the outside of the fence has her complete attention. As I approach the area she’s trying to reach, I can see the grass moving, sort of like hiccupping, each time she paws at it. I’m just hoping it’s not a rattlesnake.

Fortunately, it’s not a rattlesnake. It’s a rabbit’s nest, complete with baby rabbits. They are right up against the chain link fence. There are 268,580 square miles in Texas and this is where the mom builds her nest? She needs a better real estate agent, one who understands location, location, location.

The baby rabbits are safe. Well, safe from our dogs, not from the rest of Mother Nature’s predators. Hubby put up a large piece of plywood on the inside of the fence. This will keep the dogs from reaching through. Extra metal posts are pounded into the ground, pinning the plywood to the fence fabric. Then hubby took a large diameter orange rope and tied the extra metal posts to the fence.

Add a few traffic cones and we will have our own little construction zone. Maybe I’ll put up a sign: Hard Hat Area. Silly rabbits.

Postaday2011 #120


Author: Tresha Barger

Writer (blogs, humor, short stories, poetry) and artist (miniature art quilts, watercolor paintings, soft sculpture dolls)

One thought on “Location, Location, Location

  1. Last summer a momma rabbit had her babies in Ramses’s yard, in one of the old hay bales that had started falling apart. I had to get a picket fence and fence off that corner to keep Ramses from trying to play with them. They break easily.

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