The deer clan that hides in our big suburban block had babies this spring, and mothers are bringing their Bambis – still dappled with those camouflaging
white spots – right outside my desk window so they can be taught how to eat the
hosta. 
Meanwhile, Nathan just popped in from the living
room to announce there’s a rabbit out beyond the willow tree. Nathan is 15, up from Manhattan
Looks like a Peter Cottontail to me. Do you suppose Nathan will learn to cook rabbit at Wegman's? Does Wegmans have an apostrophe? CMS
ReplyDelete(1) I like the remark about the mother deer teaching the Bambis to eat the hostas. Of course, your deer in Brighton are probably a bit more genteel and refined than our urban Syracuse deer. Ours seem to eat hostas from birth.
ReplyDelete(2) Kudos to Nathan on his Wegmans course. (Wegmans seems to be the one Upstate institution that invariably draws Manhattanites' awe and respect; my friend Meg asks to be taken there on every visit.) And, no, CMS, there is no apostrophe in Wegmans. It's like Harrods that way.
(3) Your rabbit is an Eastern Cottontail. Undoubtedly cute, but rabbits probably did more damage to my vegetable garden in the early spring than deer did. (I've got motion-activated sprinklers for the deer, but rabbits can get under those.) If Nathan follows CMS's suggestion and learns a rabbit recipe at Wegmans, I volunteer to sample some.