Traditional Iconoclast

That’s it. That’s the post.

Well, not quite.

Arriving home in the early evening, I saw a bunny hop into our front yard. By the time I parked the car and closed the garage door, I figured it would be gone–under cover or gone gone. But no, it was sitting on a rock in the middle of the other rocks in our front yard. I got a phone-camera photo at max phone-camera zoom (see left below; the version on the right is after cropping and brightening).

I got my big camera and went back out, but I figured it would be gone–under cover or gone-gone. But no, it was still sitting on a rock in the middle of the other rocks, washing its face with its paws or drying its paws on its face. And then it was just sitting, looking alert (note the ears) and yet, somehow, relaxed.

Did it know I was there, as something distinct, say, from the shrub I was lurking behind or the porch pillar I was trying to blend into? I think so, although bunny cognition is not a subject I’ve studied. But even though we are unlikely to have a meeting of the minds, there is something immensely satisfying about a peaceful encounter with wildlife. Is there any chance the bunny feels the same? I don’t suppose so, but I kinda hope so.