This little guy showed up in our backyard this morning, and at first I thought it was one of those maniacal squirrels who likes to screw with Chuck and Coco and sometimes me when I’m feeling vulnerable, so I went to grab my gun except I don’t own one. My dad does, keeps it in his sock drawer, but I’ll save that rant for when he ends up in the hospital for accidentally blowing off his pinky toe.
This rabbit joins the family of raccoons, hummingbirds, and squirrels who live in our backyard. Adding that to the list of why Utah is a great place to live.