A Hare-Raising Time

It's snowed every night for the past four - and every morning the backyard is trampled with tracks. Whose tracks you ask? Well, tracks from Roger, Bugs, Thumper, Peter, and all their relatives.

Rabbits everywhere. They're there at dusk. They're there at 3:00 a.m. They're there at dawn. And then they go away during daylight.

They're browsing under the birdfeeders (which I don't mind) and snacking on the rose bushes (which I do mind but shows how desperate they are for food.)

Maybe it's time to fix the gate along the fence - to keep them out. Maybe...