Three hours later. Distracted already. Here’s distraction number four:
We have a bunny hole. A rabbit hole? A hare hole? Dug under the front entry, where we’re about to excavate for a repair. How did he know?
Perhaps it was dug by another visitor, but we’ve had a bunny in the yard and he seems like a better candidate than our other visitors – birds and squirrels and the occasional neighbour’s cat. We’ve had wasps nesting under there, but it would have to be a horrifically large wasp to dig that kind of hole. The bunny would be much better than a skunk or a raccoon, except if it’s a she, not a he, and making a nest for babies, it’s not going to go very well once the reno guys arrive and start trenching.
I’ll dig out the clematis that’s almost dug up already (thanks, bunny) and has to be moved for the reno, and then block up the hole with some wood. You’ll find me on my belly in the front garden this afternoon, peering into the hole with a flashlight.
Maureen
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