Where is the hare?
Hey! Hare! Are you there? Where? This is the time of the season (there are several different times, actually) where our local rabbits disappear from view. Off getting their fur recoloured for the onset of a new season, probably. It causes a certain level of angst around this house, with fears that the predators have been at work.
Which predators? Well, coyotes. And hawks. Potato trucks. We live in a dangerous part of the world. I imagine that, several weeks from now, the furry guardians of our garden will be back, provisioning in the free market economy. I mean, why should the jays of this area have all the fun (and food).
The dog is oblivious. All of his hunter instincts were left at the original home. Now, he stands guard against delivery trucks. A rabbit? Dunno, didn’t see any.
Moving right along. It snowed, up west. Nothing here. I won’t have to worry about the great annual tire swap for another week or two, I guess. Actually, I was checking past climate records (someone wondered about how cold winters were, and when). We have a pretty easy time of it. Sure, there was that abundant snow winter back in ’14-’15, but we weren’t even here. A few photos in the newspaper don’t serve as a deterrent. And if we get something (similar) this next winter, then I have snowshoes. Bring it on!
I did complete the antifreeze fill, this afternoon. Went like I had planned. That’s why I had planned. I won’t get my final grade until sometime later (about six months from now).
