Waiting for the Easter Bunny
We have a small back yard, bordered by a row of hemlocks and a small stream. Aside from being a bird sanctuary, it has become a bunny sanctuary. More than once Alex has nearly jerked the leash out of my hand, if he spots a rabbit before I do. Sensing a predator, the rabbit freezes. Finally, it hops off to the next yard. Alex has discovered he can see the rabbits from the bedroom window. He checks frequently.
Alex looks for the Easter bunny
Maybe tomorrow, I tell him.