To dine among friends. Even the Two-Legged kind.
Ah, Beryl. First mentioned in Hecate and The Munching Wallendas (and I’ll have to show you soon how they’ve grown) and then in his own post, Beryl the Rabbit, we have more of Beryl.
I would have posted about our resident WildLife sooner and I’ve been busy with a final rewrite of The Augmented Man before sending off to the publisher (it’s due out in Jan 2020).
So it goes for us two-leggers. Commitments sometimes cramp our style.
Not so The Old Ones.
Definitely not so with Beryl (sorry, still no video of Berylia. We have seen Berylina and possibly Beryt, though).
Beryl, we’ve discovered, is quite the community organizer. Whenever and wherever Beryl dines, others gather for the conversation, the gossip, the fun, the laughter (at Two-Legs expense, no doubt), and the good times in general.
At first we thought Beryl was channeling Noah. All the others seem to appear in twos.
Didn’t last long though.
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Our menagerie continues to grow.
Or their menagerie continues to grow. It depends on one’s point of view…
Anyway, meet Beryl The Rabbit (note that it is “Rabbit”, not “Bunny”. He scoffed at “Bunny”). Beryl showed up about a week ago, sitting calmly in our backyard, muching clover and other assorted greenleaf delicacies. We brought out some carrots. They were inspected then ignored.
Bugs this is not.
I believe we also have a Berylia out back. Few rabbits exist solo in the wild and it’s obvious Beryl has a warren by his (or their) comings and goings.
There’s also speculation that Beryl may be young. Years ago we had a rabbit hop through and you’d’ve sworn it was Harvey based on its size. I kept waiting for Jimmy Stewart to come through and offer me a martini (sorry, I’m a Scotch drinker).
Regarding size, the second video shows Beryl being occulted by Webster, one of our many squirrels.