I just saw...
a rabbit hop past the window. I’m reminded of my one remaining ornamental cabbage. Doing quite well, thank you, now that I’ve put the planter up on a chair on the porch.

I’m also reminded of the little animal funeral we conducted when I returned from work yesterday. Bridget found (according to her phone call to me at work where I was, of course, powerless to help), “a gray, furry fetus thing in the driveway.” Her father, still recovering from the drugged haze of the colonoscopy was not too terribly motivated to do anything about it. So when I returned, Bridget presented me with a Tupperware container with the remains, begging me to give it a burial. I’m not sure why she couldn’t do it. She obviously got up the nerve to scoop the little critter up and containerize it. I examined it. I don’t think it was a fetal anything. I think it was a baby squirrel or rabbit. It would have been ‘cute’ if alive. Then we would have been tempted to add it to the menagerie. Bridget’s first thought was mouse, but it was too big for a baby mouse. I had a sudden inclination to dissect it as a scientific thing. But I felt that was a little disrespectful. And maybe a little germy, unlike the sanitized specimens that can be purchase from scientific supply houses.

How it landed in our driveway we do not know. A bird carrying it away? Well, I had a carnation plant that the boys gave us for our anniversary that was desperately in need of transplanting. So I gave the little thing a burial in my front garden under the carnation.