In the early winter morning, I heard a rustling of trash cans outside. Expecting to see the usual family of raccoons, I peeked out the window and found white ears bobbing up and down inside the overturned trash can. The rabbits dragged the contents out onto the snow covered ground, nibbling furiously on the free buffet.
I rushed outside in nothing but slippers and a robe. The cold pinched into my feet. Smacking the siding of the house to scare them, they looked up from their feast and wiggled their noses. Unafraid, they resumed until I walked closer and they looked at me again as if daring me to come closer.
I walked even closer and then they scrambled away, leaving prints in the fresh snow.
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