The bunny population has really exploded around here this summer. All I can guess is that the roaming coyotes have not gotten hungry enough to come onto the farm looking for dinner. There are little babies everywhere we turn, and they are not clever enough to duck into the weeds when they hear people approaching. I keep coming across brown fuzzy mounds with long ears, frozen in place and guessing that they cannot be spotted. I can sometimes get within a yard or two before they bolt.
Tonight, one was surprised as she was hopping into the barn and she scampered from corner to corner, skidding on the smooth cement floor and growing more panicked and unable to think straight. She finally found her way out and I wondered why the cat wasn’t on duty. Emmie came slinking out from her hiding place, stretching and extending her claws as she pinned her eyes on the place the rabbit escaped, but she is still too nervous to go running after something with me in the room.
The goats don’t seem to mind rabbits sharing their pasture, and pay no attention. The chickens share their water pail and on a hot day the water level sinks pretty fast by the late afternoon. Ely is always afraid he might get squirted by the hose but was so eager to get some cold fresh water he dunked his lips right in there while I was filling it up.