It's not just weekends and alternate holidays. And, it's not supervised.
But... It is from a distance.
They visit often now... for meals.
But, unlike my kids, I don't have to shop and prepare their food. These offspring appear just outside of my family room door to snack - often. They gladly eat their greens, and for fun, they play tag with Enzo.
See Dick and Jane run!
See Enzo run!
I am happy to report that they are now faster than the dog, and unlike the morning of their birth they outrun him. And yes, I am deluded in my thinking that these are the same wee ones. Before you say it, I know that I may have had more than one nest in my gardens and I have no real way of I.D.-ing them.
Go with me on this and let me have this one tiny glimmer of hope this summer. Given everything else that swims in my head lately thanks to Social Media and the 24/7 news cycle we live in, I'm declaring Summer '16 the "Summer of Fruitfulness and Frolic" despite all of the real world horror we are experiencing.
It's been a very productive season for the animals in my yard. In addition to the rabbits, three baby Robins are perched in the nook between my gutter and downspout just outside the kitchen door.
It hasn't all been joyful. In true circle of life fashion, I sadly report the loss of one of the baby birds. We found it in the driveway not sure how it got there. Momma?
And just days after the baby bunny incident I also found an adult rabbit on the curb next to the entrance of our driveway. My husband really lost it when I told him the rabbit died. (For those of you born after the debut of drugstore pregnancy tests, it's an old euphemism and how women were once told they were pregnant.) When the guffawing subsided, I made my husband deal with that one without me. I can only save so many and liverwurst can't solve everything when predators are being predators. I'm guessing that that creature probably met its demise by car or perhaps a larger stalker.
And no, Enzo was not a repeat offender.
Geez. It was found beyond his fence.
Noticing all of the babies surrounding my home this year must be fulfilling something in me.
However, in this summer's story, like in any good story there is a new plot twist. An antagonist has revealed himself. I now have a stray black cat that visits and stealthily creeps up to the door in the vicinity of the bunny's buffet. He, or she, skulks low to the ground and sniffs at their breakfast bar and my Hostas.
Wickedness or darkness? Or...
Good fortune and good health.
Is it here to inspire or mystify? According to my research, it depends on your cultural upbringing. I'm still on the fence on that one.
The one thing I do know is that the cat is now also taunting Enzo. He stays just beyond Enzo's boundaries and sits waiting and watching. I imagine he, or she is laughing at the dog. This morning Enzo charged at him and, zaaap, the dog was reminded of his perimeters.
I woke up to the sound of the dog yipping and when told why, I couldn't help but imagine the statisfied chesire cat grin on his tormentor's face.
Given the constant barrage of negativity on the news these days, I am happily content to be entertained by the simple dramedy unfolding just beyond my doors. My new charges and Mother Nature are providing better entertainment than any primetime show, download, or streaming service narrative.
Summer of 2016. We're not even half way through.
Stay tuned for Act Three.