Just Biding My Time

While I might find pleasure in your approval, your disapproval will not deter me. ~Muriel Strode, American poet

I Monkey here.

Guess what I found in my back yard?

A bunny’s nest!!

Mama, of course, had a fit. She says only a stupid Mother Bunny would put her nest in a fenced back yard where a dog lives.

Especially when we have neighbors without fences or dogs, where a nest might be safe.

But I say it’s like Gotcha Day, a chunk of pizza, and some animal crackers all rolled into one!

And who am I to argue with a Mother Bunny when she wants to gift me her kids??

This started the other day, when Mama sent me outside around dinnertime. I didn’t come back immediately, so she looked out the window and saw me staring intently:

What is that??

Then she tapped on the window to get my attention:

Oh hi, Mama. Wha’cha need?

Hmph.

Doesn’t Mama realize backyards are inherently safe. And that means boring.

Who’d fault a wee Monkey for doing whatever it takes to keep things interesting??

So I ignored Mama and crept closer for a better look. And every time she’d let me outside, I’d be staring down that nest:

Watching … and waiting

Do you see that icky white wire fence Mama’s rigged up? That was last year’s response to my persistent attempts to gnaw the trunk of her Redbud tree.

Dumb ole tree. Didn’t taste too good, but it was fun getting Mama’s attention, hee hee.

I’ve told you Mama’s a sneaky one, right? She must not sleep at night.

How’d she know what I was thinking — about playing with the wee ones?

And why would she care? It’s not like they’re her babies!

Anyway, she took a hammer outside and left me watching at the window while she wrapped green fencing around the wire fence.

And I overheard her on the phone telling somebody she didn’t want me to get the baby bunnies, but she had to make it easy for the mother to feed them.

Houston, we have a problem

You see the situation, don’t you? Mama’s more worried about those babies than she is about me. And she keeps telling me the Mother Bunny is watching her nest, making sure I don’t get her babies.

I don’t see her! And I don’t smell her!

That tells me she’s nowhere to be found. Probably dropped the kids off at Monkey’s Spring Camp for Critters and has no plans for returning.

That’s just fine with me. One of these days, those wee ones will be old enough to pop out of that nest and then, Katy bar the door!