A Jackrabbit's Tale

So the other day, I was out at our mailbox. I had my camera with me. It may or may not have been the same day that I took several fifty pictures of my beloved chickens...

Anyway, I was at the mailbox and glanced down the road and saw a rather common sight around here.

Can you see it? That little speck down the road? The jackrabbit?


Apparently, he and his buddy. Or is it, she and her fella? Whatever. They were out for a jog. Much to my surprise they kept running right at me!


Whoa! They finally spotted the crazy lady wildly taking pictures while trying not to drop the mail! I can't figure if that rabbit is startled at the realization that a human is standing in its path or the fact that said human is wearing a ratty sweatshirt, cut-off capris, and cowboy boots.But they just kept truckin' by. (Too bad they didn't stop and nibble down some of those weeds. Sheesh!)
The end.

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