Bunnies Bunnies Everywhere on the Day After Easter…

Is this the Easter Bunny?

When I was a child, I used to believe in the Easter Bunny who hopped around delivering brightly colored eggs to children all over the world. He was like Santa, magical, but he didn’t have a sleigh and flying reindeer. So he had to be very, very fast. I believed that he was a jackrabbit, which happened to be the fastest bunny I knew. So what if he was a hare.

The bunny would need long legs and a streamlined body like these two jackrabbits that showed up in our back yard a few months ago.
I mean, how in the heck could a fat, contented fellow like this make it around the world in one day? Furthermore, why would he want to?
It’s much nicer to sit around munching green stuff and sleeping in the sun.
Any suggestion that he slim down and start exercising would get you the ‘look.’
He might even become a bad bunny. An no, no, no— you wouldn’t want that.

As an adult, I sadly gave up the idea of one Easter Bunny. It would take hundreds, thousands even millions of bunnies to make all the deliveries. But why not. Given the proclivity of bunnies to make other bunnies, lots of other bunnies, it is completely feasible. So I now believe in bunnies, bunnies everywhere. I even found one of their bunny production facilities. A few years ago I was traveling up the Northcoast of Oregon and came to the town of Tillamook. You may know it for its cheese, or even better yet, its ice cream.

I pulled into an RV campground and found enough bunnies to easily handle the city and surrounding countryside on Easter. I also noticed bunnies chasing each other around. I stopped one and asked one what was going on. “Are you blind,” he asked in amazement. “We are making more bunnies so the old fat bunnies can retire. They get nasty if they have to work too hard.” Oh,” I had replied.

Everywhere I looked in the yard I saw bunnies.
A young bunny was chowing down on grass so it could grow up and be an Easter Bunny.
She stopped long enough to allow me to take her photo. “Aren’t I pretty,” she noted. And yes, it’s true. Girl bunnies have an equal opportunity to grow up and become Easter Bunnies.

NEXT POST: It’s another arm chair travel day as I head off to the lovely city of Dubrovnik.