I knew it, but I never expected it to have such an impact around here. The goings-on in my garden have been serious enough that the likes of Farmer MacGregor, Porky Pig, or Dick Cheney would have run out with both barrels blazing days ago. Luckily for the rabbits, I don’t own a gun.
I can see how having a place on the Chinese zodiac could give them a sense of entitlement, but the rabbits around here have gone waaaay too far in their celebrating.
In the beginning, I sowed some lettuce seeds around the ivy topiaries…
And it was good.
He is not a dainty eater, is he?!
After the last of the lettuce– the Romaine–had been nibbled to a nub, shouldn’t Flopsy/Mopsy/Peter have moved on to the ripening tomatoes in our neighbor’s garden? Of course they should!
When I went outside this morning, a heuchera plant was headless. It had happened overnight.
Some of the lily stalks were nibbled naked.
The fearless culprit still hung around, watching me with an evil eye.
I mean that literally: an evil eye.
Let me show you what I mean.
Every photo I took this morning had the same freak anomaly.
I’d been hearing about these since I was a child, so recognition dawned at once, although until that moment I wasn’t even sure that they really existed.
Perhaps it occurs only in the year of the Rabbit. I swear that I didn’t mess with this photo.
Believe me. Here is a second photo. On this one, I tried the old red-eye removal option. It didn’t work.
A genuine, honest-to-gawd HARE-Y EYEBALL!!