What we didn’t want to see in our yard.
Don’t know the drama must have occurred.
Last thing we wanted to see a few days before we leave.
No bunnies visible this morning.
The adult black cat was sitting by our tree. Waiting.
The rabbit den is undisturbed.
Meri chased the enemy away.
Now we wait to see who returns.
7:40 a bunny is seen in the back yard.
We have another week for the birth of new bunnies.
We’ll be in California. How will all turn out?
all seems acceptable at this time.
plants, trees and bushes are loading .
see unfolding green packed on the stems.
people walking dogs seem minimal.
railing daily heavy green thickness looms.
no one mows now because it’s wet all the time.
this cuts way down on noise in the neighborhood.
the rabbit eats dandelion stems, one after another.
filling before nursing her new borns.
First morning activity is to see two bunnies
in the yard. one is large, the other Little.
Good Sunday in May. Here’s setting out day.
have a coffee and plan the haps.
A book to continue on Kindle.
How to pace the finale for the flight to California.
When Sunday glows good day
We two are on our way to the Fellowship.
I am curious to see where heads are.
Now watching bunnies do their second greatest activity.
They can be in the middle of the yard and remain still.
Number one activity is to run quickly.
Charles the third crowned today.
Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.
Eating at bed one and two.
Friends together, on the road.
Fully grown bunnies.
They cannot see us; they’re occupied.
Munching and hopping.
We don’t see them everyday
So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.
A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.
The rabbits ducked into hiding.
The morning is quiet and calm.
The rabbits want to keep it that way.
Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.
My clothes together, clocks tic strong.
Put off a trip to Planktown.
We’ve California on our mind.
A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.
And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.
I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.
And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.
We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.
We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.
Been on our minds before it starts.
The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.
The love parade
Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay
a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park
The Sierra Nevadas,
deep shining stars,
you know, CA, we never did part.
this can’t be denied.
glistening globes
hang as drops on the branches.
splatter thickly on the front window.
one squirrel searches in the front yard
Impervious to the rain.
no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.
the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.
reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.
planning clothes and whatnot for California.
summer is on the cusp;
how can you tell?
figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks
in California. home and now-state of my daughter.
and her husband and their daughter;
my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.
of us, because we were thick together.
the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.
i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air
and Mexican food.
we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.
but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,
and our boats and the various points
we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.
spots of light
clear as glass.
dotting the window panes.
it’s summer rains again.
like before.
we’ve got some more.
another down pour.
warm rain again.
rabbits and robins
are most happpy fellas
can play in the rain
no need of umbrellas.
Everyone heard about it there is no denying.
Two blocks long when laid out.
From here to there.
Fifty-some degrees; feels colder. Some wind.
Old people are half the regulars.
a crowd of all forms.
extremes, sizes,
ages, colors,
country’s.
You get so much before other times develop.
Great golden yellow greets us this morning.
Saw two standout scarlet cardinals first thing.
The rest of the yard is overly still.
One small cute squirrel then a guy and his dog walked by.
Dark grey clouds behind brightly sunlit trees.
The yard, bush and tree green has certainly developed.
The tree buds have become leaves.
Mark it down: trees went from bald sticks
to the wonder of leafed out, colorful springtime.
Even slow branches with few leaves
have filled with water and turned a healthy dark brown.
Rabbits are in our yard.
We drove back from the store and right there
on the side of the drive was one of our rabbits.
They’ve become daring. Makes me cautious.
I mean I hope they’ll be cautious.
I don’t want them overly comfortable with the traffic.
I hope they pay attention and keep out of the way.
I shouldn’t have to worry about wild rabbits.
Thick traffic some days.
worked at a radio station on sunset boulevard
Out the window I often Saw Groucho take
a morning Walk.
Recording studios were nearby.
For me ten or fifteen minutes to home in north Hollywood.
Or down the street to Santa Monica pier.
Took my kids to La Brea Tar Pits.
and to BingTheater where we saw Ray Bolger the
Scare crow from The Wizard Of Oz dance and sing
To Singing In The Rain.
Sun shiney warm Hollywood.
Woke up to them going around.
Chasing, frolicking from one side to the other.
Sprinkles of rain are about to happen.
Moving quickly from side to side.
Can’t tell who’s the leader.
Large bunnies, swift moving.
Have they been running all night?
It’s eight o’clock, started to sprinkle. They’re gone.
We watch as the bunny carefully builds her nest.
Read about how they work, what to expect.
Get into a routine and lose track of our bunny.
All for sure is finished, then it reappears.
Is it our mother bunny to be or not?
Meri keeps looking. I make notes and worry
as reports of bunnies movements come in.
In and out of the nest too quickly. What is happening?
This I said is her nest when it is for sure a nest.
An who is the male rabbit that sits and watches?
Bunnies don’t have much protection from predators
they can run and those big feet are built for kicking.
Keeps deer away.
We like to see deer around.
However, they eat our good plants.
Can’t blame ‘em for being hungry.
Squirrels are out. It seems warmer.
But squirrels come out when snow is on the ground.
For clarification on my report of anything squirrel:
I’m not or have I ever been a squirrel watcher.
If there were buses here,
And places to go on them
then I’d stamp my ticket
and have a look up and down the town.
Below our widow
Been working all night.
Two bunnies prepare.
She builds, he overlooks.
After eight, she needs to rest now.
A mouthful of grass or pine needles at a time.
she's gone now. will return this evening.
newborn bunnies could be covered up in there.
Sure we don’t have it perfect.
It’s completely cloudy. Grey looking.
No traffic, walkers or animals.
Not a breeze.
Give it a few hours. See what happens.
I’m coffeed out. Nothing scheduled now.
I’ll review what I’ve written to see how it is.
Decide where to go from here.
The jazz orchestra hits it.
haven’t heard them for two months and we’re ready.
Charts like the top bands of the 1930’s to today.
Oberlin college teaches them kids to be hot cats.
quiet, waiting for 7:30 p.m.
Finney Chapel twelve hundred wooden pews,
below and balcony, a long way up to the wooden ceiling.
a fully charged spiritual concert hall that swings.
the toughest songs to interpret
are the ones with words
without music.
Nod your head,
Snap your fingers.
easy take along
