Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Pop Bunny...




brought all of his little ones out to meet us, on our first day at camp. That was when we learned that Ma bunny puts breakfast on the table precisely at 6:15. The children are not allowed to miss breakfast, even in summertime. Pop is kind of pudgy, so he does occasionally miss breakfast to comeout and watch us hit the ball.
Enoch, inadvertantly hit the ball out to the bunnies in the stands and they all grabbed it and took it back to Ma, so she could see what they were doing out there with us.
Sometimes she gets on them for socializing with humans, unless they can show her some good cause.
On the second day they asked Enoch to sign the ball for their mother, and he did happily. Now he's famous in the bunny world as an amazing tennis player. They don't know you are supposed to hit it in the court. They think that we are missing it by not hitting it at them.
We had a good time.
I wasn't able to get a picture of the bunny children with the ball, just Pop, because he is much slower than they are. It was hilarious to see that bunch of little bunnies running up to Enoch all carrying one tennis ball...
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