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Silly Little Rabbit in the Road!

There’ve been several new batches of bunnies in the Red River ‘hood, and this morning I probably shoo’ed twenty of them off the road.

Sometimes I think I spend more of my walks chasing rabbits than I do walking!

Then I came upon this little guy.


Who insisted he wasn’t on the road.

Now I suppose technically, he was kinda’ half on, and half off.


Still, I insisted that he move, telling him what an awful shame it would be if he lost his precious cottontail over a silly technicality.

At last gave in, and scampered into a nearby thicket.

And I moved on.

On to the next silly little rabbit in the road.

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Cape Cod Springtime – Bunnies and Blossoms

Trees budding with lacy blossoms…


Bunnies munching on new green grass.


That’s what the Cape looks like here in the Spring.


Though sometimes it’s tough to spot the bunnies.

Who are up to their EARS in scrumptious green splendor!


So while it may arrive slowly here on this tiny sandspit of ours.

MyohMY, when it finally does we all say…


Ahhhh, Spring…    😉

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Lost and Found in the Fog

I love fog. Growing up here on the Cape, I find it energizing.

Yet fog can distort things, too. It can blur one’s view, disorient one’s sense of direction and place in the landscape.

The other day as I pulled into the parking lot at Forest Beach, I could see the fog rolling in from the sea, billowing and swirling as it came. Creeping up and over the dunes and into the marsh. Muting the sun’s rays, dissipating everything that is familiar to me in a marsh I know so well.


I have also found that the fog can bring new things to light; even unexpected things, together.

As I looked across the marsh, I was taken with a group of ospreys and crows.

Ordinarily, an osprey will fiercely defend its nesting pole against anything coming near. Yet here they were, ospreys and crows, sharing one of the “fish hawks’ ” favorite perches.


As I walked along the marsh’s edge I noticed a few things that just the day before, in brighter sunshine, I had completely overlooked!

Like this swamp rose mallow, peeping through a thicket of lime green leaves and cat o’ nine tail stalks.


And this pokeweed, the blossoms hanging heavy and just getting ready to bloom.


I saw a cluster of nightshade, it’s delicate petals so vibrant and deeply purple against a foggy frame. It took my breath away.


A cluster of poison ivy, changing from green to crimson almost seemed to whisper, Time’s are changing, autumn’s a-comin’.


I asked the new batch of baby bunnies what they had found in the fog.


They told me that the damp, cooling air had drawn them out of their nest to a new patch of ground, where they were delighted to find tasty greens to nibble on.

And although they tried to deny it, I looked like they had also found a real spring in their step.

Just like mine.  😉
Over at the Mill I could barely make out the ospreys overhead.


Yet I knew they were out there. They called out to one another, their cries piercing the foggy air as they brought their fresh catches home to the nest.


Across the flats, two great egrets were trying to ignore all things osprey.

Slowly striding through the grass, they seemed to be reveling in the murky landscape; stretching out their necks and with keen eyes looking for signs of swishy fish tails.

A familiar friend atop Gull Cottage reminded me that the fishing’s always best when the fog rolls in.

He told me it’s because the crabs can’t see you coming for them in the fog.


I guess he would know.

By the time I got back around to the parking lot at Forest Beach, the fog had all but covered everything in the marsh from view.


But that’s what fog does.

It can sometimes make you feel disoriented, perhaps even a bit lost.

The next time you feel lost in the fog, maybe take a deep breath.

And look around.

You might just discover something new, thanks to fog, something you might not have seen without it.

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The Richness of Friends

I love meeting new friends.

Like the ones I met on my walk this morning around the ‘hood.

Benny the Bunny was first. He had the darkest brown eyes and he was the best model ever, never twitching a whisker.

I heard  Lewis, long before I spotted him. The politest fellow you’d ever want to meet, and myohmy, could he ever SING!

I’d never met a bank swallow until today. Meet Sydney, who claimed he’d found THE best spot for a nest right there along the channel at Mill Landing.

And ahhh… Miss Henrietta. She had the softest feathers that gleamed in the sun, and a coo that made your ears feel like they’d just been caressed. Roger the Rabbit brought up the rear. A comical little fellow, he was. And I didn’t get a picture of it but he had THE cutest, fluffiest cottony tail I’ve ever seen in my life!

I sure hope I see them all again soon.

I’ve always said that a person is rich, as long as they have good friends.  😉

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