Communing with the Bunnies
This is the first in a series of articles exploring the meaning and nature of Nature in all its manifestations.
I live high in the Rocky Mountains surrounded by Ponderosa pines with an east view over Boulder to the Colorado plains beyond. Each morning as dawn brightens, I exit the back door and call out, “Hello Bunnies!” My eyes slowly adjust until I pick out one or two (never more) small mountain cottontails nibbling their breakfast in our driveway. They sit relaxed on their haunches as I walk closer. About 10 feet away, I stand quietly and touch into their alert stillness.