The vegetable garden has Lettuce,
Beets, Radish, Fennel and Coriander. We have watched Sandhill Cranes
caroling in the sky above us. Woolly Bears are still hunting down
porch shoes to hide in. And he who will remain nameless has
dispatched the Fair Skinned Rabbit who patrolled the fence line north of
This is that time when young
Owls must learn to feed. It is a skill they learn by trying
again and again and again. And I suspect the other Rabbit, the Grey
Rabbit that patrolled the briars and Goldenrod to the south of the barn,
fell to Owl. There was a clumsy mess of fur, where there must have
been silent struggle.
is often heard. And in the skeleton trees, some time ago, we saw a
Horned Owl, and he is huge. And sometimes, after the dark has come,
there is that understanding of presence followed by silent movement that
is suggestive of Owl. How invisibly they can fly.
I'll miss the sight of these two Rabbits, who would meet in the driveway
to nibble clover at evening time. They had an agreement, which would
lead each running to his own territory when I wandered in their
direction. The Grey Cat too would watch them.
Briefly toward the end of the summer, I
could find the Fair Skinned Rabbit beside the vegetable garden gate.
He would look up at me and I would look down at him. And we both knew
he was far from home. His fur was a pale grey, almost to silver in
evening light, and when he moved, his fur was tan, the color of Deer hide
against the white underside of his tail.
The Grey Rabbit's territory had been
ravaged by those things people do to tidy up and rearrange. How neat
it all seemed to me, but the Grey rabbit's hiding places, his runs and his
smells had been made unfamiliar to him.
And the Grey Cat was proud of his
achievement too. When I woke up he was exhausted from self
congratulation and his mistress could not help but be impressed by
him. I was told he had brought the Fair Skinned Rabbit into the house
during the night. There had been commotion of stamping around loud
enough to have roused a less indolent person.
The Fair Skinned Rabbit was outside
the kitchen door. In the Zoroastrian tradition I picked him up, walked
with him to the steep slope, and there I left him near to where he had