At
lunch with a friend, I remembered a story I had read in that morning’s Arizona
Daily Star. For some reason, at that
very moment it struck me as funny. Maybe the guacamole and chips or the
atmosphere at Elvira’s in Tubac had made me giddy. Roz had just finished a funny story about her
dog swallowing an avocado pit.
“Did
you read the newspaper this morning?” I asked.
“No,
I never read the paper anymore.”
“Oh. Well I read this funny thing, well, maybe not
actually funny – but kind of weird.
There was this baby earless bunny….”
“An
earless bunny. What?”
“Yeah,
it was born without ears…some other country, I can’t remember where. It had become a celebrity due to the
deformity.”
“Well
that’s unusual.”
“I
know. So, anyway, it was 17 days old and
they were preparing to move it to a big zoo and launch a publicity
campaign. One of the photographers
stepped backward into some hay. The bunny
had burrowed itself into the hay. He
stepped on the little guy and killed it, quite inadvertently.”
“Oh,
my God, that’s horrible”, said my friend.
She looked stricken.
“They
said he died immediately, so he didn’t suffer.” I realized it was not really a ha ha funny
story, just a quirky tale.
“I
don’t know why it strikes me funny now or what made me think of it…but what are
you going to do?”
Hours
later, back at the ranch, I went in the yard to water plants and meander around
without purpose. It’s something I enjoy
doing, the meandering part that is. I
got out the hose, dragging to uncoil it, as I walked along the far side of my
pool. I sprayed the lantana and was
moving to the next thirsty plant when I heard a loud rustle. Something whizzed through my legs. All I saw was a furry blur.
I
heard a splash and turned to see a tiny bunny had jumped into the pool. It was swimming frantically away, against the
current of our self-cleaning system and I guess away from me.
“Oh
no, oh no!” I cried out. Panicking, I ran to get the pool skimmer.
I
tried desperately to corral the little fellow in the netting, but he was having
none of it or me. I tried to scoop and
push him to the wall to pop him up, but succeeded only in slamming his little
body into the pool wall.
I
approached him from behind. He was
swimming slower, getting winded. I quickly
dipped the skimmer in behind, scooped him and popped it up.
Up
went the bunny, flying through the air, out of the skimmer and landing with a splat
on the pool deck. The tiny soaked animal
took off at lightning speed and disappeared from sight. But, he was alive.
For
a couple of years, we occasionally found bunnies in the pools filter. It so upset me that I bought a critter
scamper ramp and put it in the water, tying the dangling rope to a rock. Supposedly, any animal stuck in the pool would
find the ramp and scamp up and out. As happens, after installation, the neighborhood
rabbits seemed to have smartened up and stopped jumping in my pool, so I removed
it. Maybe their eyesight had improved
from eating my new flowers, so they didn’t accidently enter. I’m just saying.
This
was the first time I ever almost drowned a rabbit. I realized belatedly I’d have to navigate the
yard slowly, especially around any plants, lest I startle another poor bunny
and cause him to take the plunge. The
wildlife here will kill me yet.
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