Juncos hop on the icy snow between the cattails where a rabbit disappeared fifteen minutes earlier, taking the darkness with it.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: cottontail
The snow’s blowing from the east...
The snow’s blowing from the east; I’m quickly covered. With my new white fur I will go crouch over a rabbit’s burrow, Nanook of the South.
Also tagged snowstorm
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The rabbit at the edge of the driveway...
The rabbit at the edge of the driveway seems unconcerned about my presence until a house wren starts up an alarmist propaganda campaign.
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Does the cottontail rabbit remember...
Does the cottontail rabbit remember winter when the bridal wreath bush it uses for cover again turns white?
Also tagged bridal wreath
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Gray sky. Distant drumming of a grouse...
Gray sky. Distant drumming of a grouse—so faint, it could be the mountain’s own heartbeat. A rabbit in the lilac scratches behind its ear.
Also tagged lilac, ruffed grouse
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First light. A rabbit in the yard vanishes...
First light. A rabbit in the yard vanishes when it stops moving. Over the rain, I can just make out the soft, fey notes of a hermit thrush.
Also tagged hermit thrush
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At dawn, watching one race across open...
At dawn, watching one race across open ground from bush to bush, it hits me, why rabbits have been so scarce: the deer ate the briarpatches.
Also tagged deer
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Silhouetted against the snow, not one...
Silhouetted against the snow, not one but two rabbits! Winter says: where much is hidden, much is also revealed. Ask the great-horned owls.
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Treetops sway wildly at first light...
Treetops sway wildly at first light, squeaking and clattering. A rabbit zigzags across the yard, pausing at each dark patch of bare ground.
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The moon comes out, and there’...
The moon comes out, and there’s the rabbit, crouching next to the lilac. It races across the driveway and disappears into the cattails.
