Oh Bun. How adorable can you possibly be, lying there by Jeff in croissant formation, dreamy of eye and fluffy of tummy, paws up in order to obtain maximum cuteness as you lounge on your preferred blanket?
Below: Bun's namesake, whom we spied on for ten solid minutes this afternoon. He was pretty darn robust and nervy too, refusing to leave his tender green shoots even when harassed by two cardinals and clucked at by Bun from her window seat.
In other animal news, an adult skunk was found dead in an apparent hit-and-run homicide on highway 150 just a couple of miles from my house on Tuesday. I smelled and then saw the skunk on my way to work. I didn't think much of it at the time, other than the idea that baby skunks are just darling except for the smell and I've always loved the way the cat in Pepe Le Pew cartoons was drawn. Fine. But now it's three and a half days later and the skunk is still there. "Where my vultures at?" I said to myself this afternoon, referring to the family of vultures that regularly roosts in our trees. Then I wondered: Are dead skunks too stinky for vultures?
Also: I saw two male pheasants in the Prairie Restoration Area today. I so rarely see the elusive female pheasant.
And that's about it for Small Animal Roundup tonight.