Where the Wild Things Are
Patrick told me last week that he spotted a bunny in the backyard.
"You're a bunny!" he said to it. The bunny chose not to dignify that statement with a remark.
"Did it have great, big teeth and horrible claws?" I asked, not quite believing him.
But this morning, I raised one of our bedroom blinds, and lo, there was a bunny.
I love this neighborhood. We're in the heart of the city, yet we have deer, chipmunks, rabbits, turtles, and even a wily coyote Patrick spotted from our front porch one night. To the eight year old great-grandson of a woman who could charm bees and whisper horses, it's a wonderland.
"You're a bunny!" he said to it. The bunny chose not to dignify that statement with a remark.
"Did it have great, big teeth and horrible claws?" I asked, not quite believing him.
But this morning, I raised one of our bedroom blinds, and lo, there was a bunny.
I love this neighborhood. We're in the heart of the city, yet we have deer, chipmunks, rabbits, turtles, and even a wily coyote Patrick spotted from our front porch one night. To the eight year old great-grandson of a woman who could charm bees and whisper horses, it's a wonderland.
Labels: bestiary, hearth and home, mine all mine
—Kyran, 11:17 AM
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5 Comments:
Love this post...especially the trail of carrots.
The photos are so great - looking in the brush, the trail of carrots, and a pair of feet disappearing up high somewhere with a good vantage point.
Your post title made me think of the Maurice Sendak book. Have you seen the trailer for the movie of it? Check out YouTube. It gave me shivers. I can't wait to take my boys to see it.
Sweet. Now how do you feel about the rats in my attic?
The carrot trail is fantastic.
It's so hopeful. It take a kid to think of something like that. And the best part is that they really believe it's going to work!
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