A month or so ago
we separated the male rabbits
from the females
and put the males in the “rabbit village”—
a strawbale-walled section of the barn,
where previous occupants
have burrowed a series of tunnels.
It’s a great,
safe,
home for the rabbits.
Well,
so we thought.
The previous occupants never left
the village.
One day, however,
this Pappa Rabbit
burrowed up and out into the barn,
emerging near where the chickens feed.
He must have gone right back down though
and back into the village.
We never have seen him in the barn area
and the chickens have scratched the dirt,
closing the entrance to the burrow.
So we were surprised recently
when a black rabbit,
Pappa’s teenaged son,
appeared in the barn.
We watched
as he eventually
ran back through an opening
in the strawbale wall.
We closed all holes we could find
and haven’t seen him in the barn since.
So we were surprised one evening,
to see him out in the alpaca pasture!
We weren’t sure what was going to happen:
how do you herd a rabbit?!
Eventually,
he ran back into the barn
through the chicken and guinea door.
We don’t know where
the break is in the wall
to the rabbit village,
but now,
every evening
in the golden hour,
when all the chicks and goats
and alpacas and guineas
are busy—
heads to the ground—
eating their final meal of the day,
the black rabbit
joins the menagerie in the alpaca pen,
sometimes making his way around to the goat pen.
Then, as the sun disappears
below the horizon,
after all the hens
have returned to their roost in the barn;
after the guineas have waddled their way
back through the door standing open for them,
we herd the black rabbit
back through that door too.
And don’t see hide no hair
(pun intended here)
of him
until the next evening.