It’s a photo of my favorite cute bunny!
And she’s holding a rabbit!
Nyuk.
15 miles hiked this afternoon in Briones Park, through shin-deep cow wallows and astonishing flower gardens. It was shorts and T-shirt weather — sorry, Easterners, I do feel your pain — and so I have plenty dried mud sticking to my leg hairs. Only got lost once due to inadequate signage, turning a planned 14.3-mile hike into a fifteener.
The cows were out in force. One group of adolescent steers decided they liked me very, very much: they ran to greet me from a thousand yards off, stopped and stood at the edge of the fire road. I talked them into crossing the road and heading downhill, which, eventually, they did. Got fifty feet away, turned and looked back at me.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” I said, doffing my hat. “In return, I promise each of you that should we meet again, I will grill you to perfection.” Intrigued, they started running toward me again. I had to do the cow-spooking dance — jump in the air, land in a splayed, two-footed stomp wth arms wide — before they changed their mind.
A hundred yards down the road, I noticed they were still following me. Eventually they gave up. Did I look like a bale of hay or something?
87 miles hiked since January 1. Here’s another shot of Thistle. He’s almost as muddy as I am.
For hogs (or javelinas) you repeat the jumping dance several times and yell, “Gobbledygobbledygobbledygook!”
Works for me.
Hell, it would probably work ON me.
thistle looks like he’s become almost cuddly.
Don’t believe it: he puts up with that for like four or five minutes tops.
We took him to the Rabbit Society yesterday for a nail trim, and he snuggled right up to the woman that did the job. But with us? Naah.
Yes, you do look like a haystack.
Hey!
someone on the Buffalo Freecycle mailing list is tryina give away a bunny.
C’mon, Craig, what are you waiting for? Get it while there’s only one of it!
:) i don’t know which one is the cutest!
Ron, I have trouble keeping myself fed and my own litter box clean.
I had to give up my fish — they were too demanding.
I might need some pointers on that cow/Chris smackdown routine. The pasture behind us is awaiting its cows to return when the weather warms up. They’re cute, from a distance, but man, they’re big up close! Scared my city dog half out of her wits when she saw them. She successfully scared them off with her banshee yell. (You didn’t know golden retrievers could yell? Neither did the cows.)
The cows around here hate Zeke, who vaguely resembles a coyote. We’ve had to jump in front of speeding heifers to save him.