This little rabbit lives under our back step. We see it every morning and evening out our kitchen window. When we first spotted it, it was about as big as my fist, but it has grown in the three weeks we have been watching it. Mike has let the grass get long to give it some cover, although Sunny often naps in blissful ignorance while the bunny munches about three feet away.
Also, check this out. A white quail. It is a member of the wild covey that lives up the hill. This is only the second time I have seen him and the first time (to my knowledge) that he has come down to our feeder. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for his safety, because unlike his wife and his other relatives, he does not blend in. Does anyone know if this is a common mutation? I have certainly never heard of it before. Last week we found a dead female quail in our living room, amidst the shards of the window she had flown through. Poor thing. Her feathers were so exquisitely patterned. I was surprised at how heavy she was for such a small bird, but that is probably why she broke the window. Our living room with glass on three sides is a death trap for birds, unfortunately. Occasionally even hawks will try to fly through, but only the quail has actually broken in. When a bird hits the window it makes a big scary bang. Often it is just rattled and can fly away after a little readjustment period, but sometimes thats all she wrote. There are fewer bird deaths now than there used to be, although I don't know why. I do know that I love the birdy activity.
To change the subject, or at least revert to an older one, it is a little ironic that about a week after writing about my happy art school experience, I met two of the women in my graduating class at a Home Depot training. It was a three day class on 20/20, the computer program our kitchen designers use, and I have been lobbying hard to be sent for over half a year. I went expecting to know no one, and was amazed to find that the entire first row, including me, graduated from Cornish Institute in the same year. What a blast from the past. We had a great chat about our old classmates and teachers, and commiserated with each other about ending up at Home Depot after such an extensive and expensive education. Oh well. Ever since I returned from that class I have been designing kitchens, with help from the more experienced designers in my store, and work has therefore been more stressful and much more interesting. I'm not officially a designer, of course, as that would involve a raise, but finally I am doing what I hoped Home Depot would let me do when I first decided to apply for a job. In about a month and a half, I will have worked there for a year.
