Rabbit Redux

Almost two months ago I made note here of a white rabbit sighting in my front yard. Now, I know you all thought the Major had a) finally gone completely round the bend; b) been listening to too much Jefferson Airplane; or c) gotten into the magic brownies. Herewith, photographic evidence of d) none of the above. (Indeed, I went round the bend years ago, so it couldn't have been a. And, sadly, I haven't a clue where my Jefferson Airplane albums have got to.)

The bunny's still around, still very white, and still munching on my vegetation, having raised his (or her, as the case may be) culinary sights from clover to my pansies, dammit. She (or he) even put in an appearance at my recent yard sale, when I was startled by some browsers suddenly exclaiming, "Oh, is that your pet bunny?" after spotting the little bugger under the privet.

I haven't seen him/her for a couple of weeks, but I'm sure she/he is still lurking around, probably in the hayfield that I call my back yard. Anyway, now you (and I) know I wasn't hallucinating.