Animals are spirits, too, you know. Just look at that face!
I took that photo over a month ago. The jackrabbit is looking for fallen apricots, or will, once he decides to stop looking at me. But since we discovered he was coming around, we’ve started disposing of old fruit in the same place. Rotten apples or too-soft peaches? Toss ‘em under the tree! At least someone will appreciate it. Last night I caught a glimpse of him again when I went out to the woodpile, so we kind of have him trained.
There’s nothing quite so odd as a full-grown jackrabbit up close, because they tend to stand up really high on their four legs and walk slowly away at first. To my eyes, they resemble nothing so much as a little old man, bent over with age. If you see one climbing up a steep slope in the muted light of dusk, that’s exactly what he looks like, a wiry little guy scrambling up the hill using his hands and feet. This kind of sighting can be very spooky.
So yes, we feed our jackrabbit. Best to stay on his good side, I’d say.
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I guess I have eaten a lot of spirits. I’ve eaten both rabbit and iguana. Rabbit is better than dead chicken and iguana is just as good. We hunted iguanas in Panama with dogs. Of course, in northern Michigan we hunted rabbits with dogs.
But things have changed in Panama and El Salvador. Free raw turtle eggs were served with beer. No more.
Joseph
I’m glad to know that raw turtle eggs aren’t served with beer in El Salvador anymore, because that means it’s safe to have a drink!
Wish I had an intelligent question to ask about Panama. I still need to get out more.
A lot of people were born in Panama, including my 2 children and John McCain. He was born in the Canal Zone which was “Leased in Perpetuity”. It was still not U. S. soil. We ignored the Constitution. He should not have been allowed to run.
Back 47 years ago In all the bars, a great delicacy was canned asparagus. At that time, I married a Panamanian. She still lets me sleep with her every night. Miracle of miracles!
I know what you mean. I married a girl from Iowa almost 30 years ago and am afforded the same privileges. This defies all rational explanation.
And BTW, I’m generally refraining from political whining and gnashing of teeth these days — another miracle of sorts — mainly because you’ve been right all along about these bastards, and they can all go suck turtle eggs.
Joseph, is this you commenting at Naked Capitalism?