Hoppy Christmas

Things have been a bit slow for the past few months. Can't get into the backyard anymore, but I'm still around. Unfortunately, the bushes just don't provide the same sense of security as the fence once did. No matter that the old fence didn't really provide security — it was the impression that mattered.

Gee, does that remind you of something? Bushes. Fences. Security.

Anyway, the drought has really done a number on us rabbits. The watering restrictions have reduced our local food supply and caused a migration to — well, to greener pastures. It's kind of funny, in a perverted sort of way, to see how house size correlates with water usage. A few blocks away the houses are much larger and the lawns are much greener. You wouldn't think there were watering restrictions over there, but I'm told that the whole city is under restrictions.

So guess where all the rabbits are?

I can tell you that the lure of free internet access is not so strong when you're hungry.

But back to my humorous correlation: the people who are most caught up in keeping up appearances, including green lawns and lush flower beds, are doing exactly the thing that most attracts the animals that will destroy their vegetation! In other words, by ignoring the water crisis and finding every legal (and sometimes illegal) way to water their yards, they are standing out as an oasis for all the starving critters in the area!

There's no sign of the drought ending, so I can't say when I'll be able to move back to this yard. And as it takes quite some time to hop over here I would advise you not to hold your breath until my next post. I've tried to encourage one of my kids, Floppy XVII, to submit a post or two, but he just doesn't seem into it.

So if you don't hear from me again until next year, I hope you have a Hoppy Christmas!