“Come look,”  called Ever-Lovin’.  “There’s a cottontail in our yard.”

Sure enough.  There sat Little Rabbit eyeing the white zinnias.  It appears that Little Rabbit delicacy of choice is the white zinnias, but the yellow zinnias are left alone.  I feel a little like Mr. McGregor in the Beatrix Potter tales of Peter Rabbit.

Never fear.  We have Mighty Maggie to protect our property.  As Mighty Maggie charged, Little Rabbit quickly hopped across the street.  Honestly (I tell you the truth) Little Rabbit just sat in the yard across the street, and continued to eye the zinnias in our yard.

And Mighty Maggie was so proud of her prowess as a defender of the castle.

Why don’t I feel more secure with this knowledge?  Do you think there is ever just one rabbit?

Blessings to you and yours,