So, I was heading to a wedding gig this afternoon and while loading up my car I noticed a fuzzy little black critter sitting under my porch stairs nibbling on wild strawberries. I thought it might have been one of my cats that had escaped from the house, but they never try to get out. Upon closer inspection, I discover it is a cute, domesticated, floppy-eared rabbit. I run into the house and get a snack pack of carrots and it proceeds to eat them all out of my hand. I realize this obviously is not a wild rabbit, they are all over my property. I snap out of it and realize I am going to be late for the gigs, so I put the little critter in a cat carrier and took him with me. I returned home a few hours later and went door to door asking my neighbors if this was their cute little critter, but no one claimed ownership.
I took the cutie back to my house and made a nice little area for him. I was thinking to myself, "I can't possibly take care of another animal. I already have three cats.", but I was becoming attached. It was obvious by this point that Mr. Bunny was an Easter surprise for someone and abandoned, so leaving him in nature was not an option.
Some time passed and later this afternoon two boys came to my front door explaining that they heard I found a rabbit and his sister was lonely and missing him. (kids explain things in the cutest ways) I am happy thinking I found the rightful owners, so I packed up Mr. Bunny in the carrier and walked over to the home where the boys lived. Come to find out, they are not the owners either. There is an elderly couple that live behind me on the lake. We were all gathered at the neighbor's home with both bunnies, talking over the fence so to speak. The elderly couple said they opened their blinds one morning last week and the bunny brother and sister team were on their lawn. They had been feeding them lettuce all week and kept them in their back yard. Well, I guess Mr. Black Bunny decided to take a hop through the brush and check out my yard. He had quite an adventure today. LOL. So, sister and brother are reunited with the family who first adopted them, but it looks like the whole neighborhood is going to be taking care of these two cuties.....who will turn into ten cuties.....then fifty......and so on and so forth. LOL.
In the mean time, I got to know quite a few neighbors that I had not spoken to before, so that was nice. The universal question was, "are YOU the trumpet player?" I would blush a bit and say yes, now knowing that my neighbors could indeed hear me. Whoops....hee, hee. I only practice with the windows open on rare occasions and they all said they liked it, so I think I am safe.
All of this over a little black bunny. Now the neighborhood kids are calling me "Miss Alex, the trumpet lady that lives in the house made of trees". LOL. Too cute.