We have (had?) a bunny. She is a great yard bunny- friendly, adorable, genius.
She's a genius because she can find a way out of our yard no.matter.what. I have spent a long time trying to stop her.
Very tricksy, she is.
Today I realized she's been missing for 6 days, so I thought I'd kick up the search a notch. I had just showered and was smelling and looking pretty good, so I headed down the street for some bunny hunting. I knew she hangs out down there with her rebel rodent friends.
Some neighborhood 8-year-olds formed a gang and decided to join me in the search. I spotted her under a nearby car and we all bolted to her. I threw myself on the ground so that I was looking right into her eyes.
I could see the mockery, plain as day.
Her eyes said to me, hey owner. Your hair? It's in the gutter. Mingling with the sewer water. You're gross.
And then she took off at lightning speed into the vacant field across the street. Her tiny cotton ball tail taunting me as she went.
The gang and I sped after her. Bun darted into a hole which I couldn't see into unless I again threw myself onto the ground. I'm not a quick learner, so I laid on the dusty ground to take a peek.
Again, we were eye to eye.
And she seemed to say: Oh, you again? You moron, now your gutter water hair is encrusted with dirt, grime, and probably bunny poo. Niiiiice.
At this point, I felt like she could come home when she $%#& well pleased.
As an afterthought I offered the 8 year old gang $5 to whoever brings her back to me.
Dead or alive.
While in San francisco for shoots, I got to work with Lisa and her family. Oh, for the love. Can you get more awesome than this?
San Francisco photographer.