We have gotten used to frequently seeing our Grey Hawk, usually perched high on a street lamp pole. Less often is our Great Horned Owl, usually in one of our neighborhood deciduous trees. And our favorite has been our multiple times a day visits by Chunk. Chunk was named by our daughter Karen, and I think you would agree the name fits.
But this morning we were visited by a couple of guys we hadn’t seen strolling the community before. We spotted them when we were about 4 blocks away, and expected them to be gone by the time we got there. But when we actually came down the block, we had spotted them on, they were still there. As we approached, they seemed to be begrudging as they slowly made their way up the cart path onto the golf course. When we got to the corner where they had been we figured out why – all that was left was the fuzzy bunny tail.
Talking to you soon.
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