Such gorgeous blossomed daisies.
Or sunflowers.
No, definitely too small for sunflowers.
Geraniums?
I’m sticking to daisies.
I’m clearly not a flower expert. Or even beginner.
But if you look real closely at that photo, you can tell why I took it.
Bunny!
I felt I was becoming constricted, confined, if you will, in my groundhog stalking.
Gerald the Groundhog will always be my one true stalkee, but other woodland creatures deserve their time in the sun.
Don’t let the sun, go down on me.
That bunny has soul.
Or something.
I don’t know what it is about this bunny that draws me in.
Is it his adorable bushy tale (they really look like cotton!), his lush coat, his big round eyes, his racing stripe face, letting us know he’s just a wild soul yearning to break free?
Nope.
It’s his ability to wiggle his ears.
Wiggling is where it’s at,
Megan
Stalking for All
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Are you related to Elmer Fudd, by any chance?
I have never in my life used the word “wascely” but otherwise, maybe.
Real cute until they start eating all your plants. Still, so cute it’s hard to be angry. I was taking care of my neighbors garden while she was on vacation and I found a little nest with a baby bunny and I had to stop watering that end of it. The plants died and the baby has eaten the remaining watermelon plant down to nothing but what can you do? As you said, they wiggle, it can’t be helped.
You get cute furry bunnies and ground hogs. I get a toad in the house – too ugly to photograph with my camera and it didn’t want its picture taken, anyway . . .
I can’t stop myself from asking: did you kiss it?
Ground squirrels?
Awwww, look at the bun bun. SO cute!
Can jiggling count as wiggling?
Cause then I so win this game.
What?
WHAT?!!
You can jiggle your ears?
Clearly a vlog is required.
A few months ago I came across a litter (is that what they’re called? I’m pretty sure that’s what a group of baby bunnies is called) of baby bunnies once. Mama bunny had been snafooed by a fox and the little ones were quivering and dehydrated (a sad story, I know. But it gets better!)
People told me not to, but I definitely picked them up and loved ‘em. I regret nothing. We took them to an animal sanctuary where they nursed them back to health and last I ever heard was that they were getting along with the other sanctuary buns just fine (See? A happy ending!)
But anyway, yeah, BUNNIES!
Jam, so sorry to contradict your collective nouns but what you describe as a litter of bunnies is actually called “lunch” (in France at least)
Now I’ve learned my fact of the day – awesome!
Aw, you’re a bunny rescuing machine!
Aw, he’s so cute! I love bunnies! I would have stalked him too!
I think bunnies are taking over Cleveland. Not that you live in Cleveland. Or even give a bunny’s tail about Cleveland’s rodent inhabitants. But I think it’s important for you to know.
(Seriously. They are EVERYWHERE.)
I always wrote out a terrible, terrible reply. Then I controlled myself.
But it involved clubs.
Love the clever title. We have a wild bunny in our neighborhood that we love to glimpse.
I think “woodland creatures” is a phrase that should be used more.
Yes, we all need to step up and be more generous in discussing woodland creatures.
Liz, I’m looking at you.
You’re hysterical! And I enjoy reading your posts. Despite your lack of flower expertise
It is obvious that you are not a gardener. The proof is not in your hesitancy to ID the flower. No, the proof is in the fact that you like the bunny. Bunnies kill flowers and gardens and are evil.
Evil with cute ears.
Um… evil?
They can wiggle their ears.
I’m not sure you understand the meaning of the word evil.
Evil can never have wiggle-able ears.
I hereby pronounce.
There was a greyhound race over here on the weekend where all the greyhounds were chasing the fake rabbit, then a real rabbit ran across the track.
Only one of the dogs broke stride and started chasing the real rabbit. Clearly, that’s the smartest of the bunch. Too bad if people bet on it though.
Just to clarify, I don’t hang out at Greyhound races. They showed it on the news here one night.
There goes my mental image of you as a man about town.
Does the bunny have a name yet?
I don’t know the names of any flowers. I always refer to them by their color. The flowers you photographed appear to be “whites.” You’re welcome.
P.S. I can wiggle my ears. I’m ready for my close-up.
I use the exact same method to classify types of cars!
Bunnie are adorable! And really…I just consider their eating of our vegetables…well, the vegetables we used to grow…a small sacrifice for the cuteness that they are!!
Megan