In Which a Small Rabbit Hides in the Tall Grass

Does anybody see a rabbit in this photo? No, I don't think so. *whistles nonchalantly; quietly walks away*


Meet Cinnabun, a small, wild rabbit who lives in our yard.

I chose the name Cinnabun because of the ruff of cinnamon-colored fuzz at the back of its neck. It also has a tuft of white fuzz at its throat. Its front paws are the same cinnamon color as the back of its neck.

In this particular scene, it is evening, and the green meadow is quiet and peaceful. Cinnabun - who has been grazing (and hiding) in the tall grass of the meadow - stands on his (or her) back feet and turns its belly to catch the last rays of the setting sun.

Ahhh, sweet summer . . . when the green grass is plentiful and the living is easy . . .

The soundtrack: Tommy Roe, Cinnamon.