I can post more than one critter video if I want to. Who’s going to complain?
Here is a rather small rabbit making a rather large jump. He’d’ve gotten much better distance out of it if he hadn’t jumped so high. Remember that, the next time you’re jumping in your living room.
This tiny bunny (he reminds me of Norbert!) would prefer not to be cooped up in a laundry basket. So he examines his surroundings, decides what to do–and out he goes! Without a running start, no less.
As for the headline: If you can remember the rest of that jingle, and the product that it advertised, welcome to the Bronze Age.
I was going to post just cats and dogs playing in the snow and let it go at that, but the Bunnies’ Union was on my case as quick as boiled asparagus. The long and short of it is, they convinced me to post a video of rabbits playing in the snow, too.
I draw the line at Komodo dragons.
All right, they’re only attacking wakefulness. But they’re so cute! They’ll fit in your fur-lined boots. They’ll fit in your styrofoam cups. In fact, they’ll fit almost anywhere, which makes them easy to store.
False Fact! Napoleon Bonaparte’s rabbits were trained to attack salesmen.
Admittedly these video vignettes don’t do a very good job presenting Shakespeare’s famous tragedy. But what do you want from a bunch of bunny rabbits? Give them an ‘A’ for effort.
This video reminds me of an unforgettable experience. I was standing outside one summer night, smoking a pipe, when several wild baby rabbits came out and started chasing each other–around me. Round and round they went: I felt like a maypole. But I didn’t dare move until they were all done with their game.
Gee, you could almost turn this into the title of one of those pretentious off-Broadway plays…
But the business at hand is sweetness, innocence, wholesomeness. Who knew bunnies got such a charge out of a hollow log? And though you’ve got three bunnies and a log that can only accommodate two, it’s not a problem for them.
Just as a reminder that it’s still God’s world, and still full of wonderful and wholesome things, here’s a baby bunny who just can’t stay awake–not while he has a loving hand for a bed.
I could show you another riot, or some leftids cursing someone in the hospital; but I think I’ll go with soft and fluffy instead: two baby bunnies at their dinner.
One night, years ago, I was standing outside when a group of baby cottontails started chasing one another around me. Around me and around me they went, as if I were a maypole. I didn’t dare move, lest I terrify them. They might not have realized I was alive. Besides which, it was a unique privilege to be part of that game–better than serving as second base at Yankee Stadium.
Well, he just might be, at that. He’s so fluffy and fuzzy, though, that I can’t tell whether his eyes are open yet–are bunnies born with their eyes closed?–and I can’t tell whether he’s grooming himself of just licking something that he’s got in his paw.
I’m sorry if the video’s a little short–you were expecting King Lear?
This video has everything: baby Flemish Giant bunnies who sound like 1950s squeaky-dolls, a nice cat for them to play with, gorgeous purple flowers (is that a butterfly bush?), and to top it all off, a busy hummingbird.
Oh–and I saw the fox again today, trotting down the sidewalk on his way to a very important date.