I saw it for the third time: my crazy little bunny. (It may not even be the same one, but how many weird little bunnies could there be in that small area?) It was once again darting out in broad daylight near rush hour traffic.
The first time I saw him, I was sitting in the afternoon rush waiting to get onto a highway. A tiny creature crawled out onto the sidewalk and promptly fell over. It was kind of like a kitten wanting to play, only it was a rabbit, there was no one there to play with it, it was broad daylight, and wild bunnies don't usually do that.
The week after that, I was exiting that same highway, and the dumb critter ran out onto the ramp and hopped around a bit through the morning rush hour traffic before staggering off into the brush again.
Someone suggested distemper or perhaps a nice supply of fermenting fruit somewhere . . .
Anyway, I worry about the poor, strange little thing. It's nice to see that (somehow) it's still alive.
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