A black bunny who survived the archers; coffee time at Metro Cafe

As I backed out of the driveway this afternoon on my way to Metro Cafe, I spotted this black bunny in the yard, headed toward's Monica's car. Before I left on my last trip up north, two boys from down the street showed up at door with bows and arrows in their hands. For some reason, the black bunnies had been hanging out in our yard more than anywhere else lately and the boys wanted my permission to kill them in our yard.

Now, anybody who follows my work closely knows I have nothing against hunting and am in fact a big supporter of the kind of hunting done by so many folks here in Alaska, Natives in particular but not only natives.

But... "No!" I told them. "You cannot kills these bunnies on our property. If they come on your property, then I have no say." Truth is, I am quite fond of the black bunnies. I wondered if the bunnies would still be here when I got back. I didn't see them for a couple of days but then, there they were.

It makes me happy every time I see them.

And here I am, a little bit later, inside Metro Cafe, drinking my coffee and eating my toasted cranberry bagel spread with strawberry cream cheese, talking to Carmen while Elizabeth takes an order at the drive-through window.

I almost didn't blog today... simply because I totally lost track of the time. I thought it was about nine and here it is, almost midnight. These two are the only pictures I took today, but I have been deep into photographs all day long and if I don't force myself to stop, I will be deep into them until three or four or five or six in the morning.

I'm afraid that's just how I am.

Comments

[Little Sister]

Thanks for helping the black bunnies. They make me smile too. Besides, were the little boys simply into hunting for the thrill of the kill or did they need dinner?