I see bunnies in my neighbourhood. No I don't mean wild rabbits. And I don't mean domesticated bunnies in there hutches through gaps in the neighbour's fence. I mean domesticated bunnies which have been allowed by their owners to roam free in the wilderness. You know, if the wildnerness was a quiet, pretty little Australian suburb.
There are two sets of bunnies - white-ish ones from the pioneer house (the first to let the bunnies loose) and brown bunnies from the house next door (perhaps they've started a free-range bunny club?). Now they started out close to home, hopping about their front yard, maybe venturing a few metres either side. But now they range far and wide! Don't get me wrong, these little fluffballs make my day. When I go out power walking they're a site for sore eyes - making me giggle and coo no matter how bad why days been. I speak to them like naughty children - the one's you can never be really cross at because they're just too damn cute! But I worry about them, you see. My whole family does. They've been taking little trips further and further afield and the other day dad and mum saw one squashed on the road :'( I can't tell you how sad it made me feel. I don't even know the people who own these gorgeous creatures. Before now I never even cared for bunny rabbits - being more a cat person. But seeing their little twitching noses in the early morning frost or late afternoon sun, really made me smile. When they're ears are up they look like the cadbury bunnies ^_^ They're something to look out for - to look forward to. And I genuinely worry about their safety. We all do.
I'm assuming that they're all male bunnies. Cute as they are, an infestation would not be good for the local flora or fauna. But as none seem to be getting any rounder (and I would hope no one in my neighbourhood could be that stupid) I'm guessing they're a bunch of bruising boys. And by bruising I mean round and fluffy and adorable! *Insert squeal*
What can I say? These little fellows have really captured by heart - and all my English skills. It's like I'm talking to babies. And for all those who think it's crazy I'm talking to non-human entities at all, shut up. We all do it.
So all I can do is keep my fingers crossed for the little fuzzballs, and keep patiently reminding them as I stroll by, that they really should stay away from the highway.
