The baby bunny lives under the bushes in our neighbor’s front yard. The sparrow is probably Larry, Curly, or Moe…one of the sparrows that cussed us out when we cut down the bushes in our own front yard last month.
I wonder what they were saying to each other. Perhaps they were still discussing the tragedy of the cut bushes. Perhaps they were gossiping about how J and I need to weed the flower beds that were put in their place.
Or perhaps they were just exchanging hellos and enjoying the weather.
I wish I knew.