I am just back from an hour in the garden with my little Sandra. What a tender time.
In years past she dug holes in three different beds, ran around the whole place furiously and just loved being hard to get for at least 20 minute before I could catch her to go home.
The garden is fenced in with deer fence. Years ago, the opening she shimmied herself through one day was 2 inches by 4 inches. I would not believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. She got her 2 pound 3 oz. body through an opening not much bigger than a baseball card. I have since surrounded the 30 x 30 garden with chicken wire so she stays inside!
But that day, she was having a ball, exploring underneath the barn, around the edges of the forest, always letting me know she wasn’t far away but never letting me catch her until late in the afternoon. When we got home she ate and drank and stretched and cleaned herself and fell asleep.
These days, three years later, she just stays close to me, often hopping back into her carry bag after a quick peek around. Today she nibbled a little on weeds but seemed so tentative and shy. I picked her up for a quick snuggle and she wouldn’t let me put her down. I can tell when I move her closer to the ground and she doesn’t jump out of my arms that she wants to keep snuggling. She presses closer to me.
Developing this language, observing these subtle, soundless cues has been the sweetest experience in my life.
This time I held her for half an hour, up high on my chest like a baby. We just sat there and listened to the birds singing so loudly to each other. Sandra cocks an ear in the direction of the sound, and gets a focused stare going on in her eyes like someone listening intently to understand a foreign language.
I believe she understands them. I want to ask her what they’re talking about, what are they squaking so urgently?
She knows so much more than I’ll ever know.
Today we are moving to St. Marks Place in the East Village, Manhattan, New York City. Sandra will have 2 friends there from the animal kingdom, one older lady cat named Biscotti who she already knows and loves, and a super spunky one-eyed, seven toed boy cat named Rocky. I have no doubt they will be the best of pals.
Stay tuned for more adventures from the amazing Super Bunny, who went from living under a house, to having her own house, to being a New York City Bunny – with her own country house!
By Bibi Farber