  I have wild rabbits in my yard. Last year we had two, which became four or five. This year I've seen as many as eight out at one time.
They love to scamper around the yard, sit in the shade under the trees. Aldo, the cats, and I love watching them play from our windows. Most of the time they run off when I step outside, but once in awhile if I sit on my porch or deck they'll decide I'm not a threat and come back out. Deer birds and the occasional wild turkey also come to visit, but I'm particularly fond of the rabbits. They are swift graceful little things. I love watching them interact with one another. Their little hops are so childlike and their runs are so determined.
I love how all movement stops and their ears shoot straight up when they pick up an unfamiliar noise. Yesterday I discovered where at least some of them live. They seem to have a burrow right next to the driveway. How is it that their house is so close and I never noticed before? Rabbits are such clever little creatures. I'm honored that they chose to live next door. 
