So, there I was, calmly driving back through the Metroparks, at three-quarters three in the afternoon, when this large, scruffy, dog, runs across the road. Biggish dog, kinda shaggy and mangy, browny-grey. With long legs. Really long legs, and a bushy tail. No collar. Really,LONG legs; black tip on the tail. I’m beginning to think it was Canis latrans.
Okay. I know they’re in the Cuyahoga valley, this was up around Tinker’s Creek–perhaps it followed the water.
So I get home, and, speaking of Tinker, Tinker has caught the other baby bunny. Bunjamin P. Franklin likes to raise a family in my pachysandra, and he’s not that smart, because every year Tinker–sometimes Murphy, but Tinker is the clear leader, catches them. And, because I’m a very poor hunter, takes them home for ME to kill. Last week I had this bunny’s sibling loose in my house for a couple of days, before I found Tinker snacking on his intestines. Just now, he brings in the (larger) sibling. My technique is getting better, as I get bunny out of the kitchen, hotly pursued by the cat, who, of course catches him again. Tinker this this is hilarious. I don’t know why the rabbits don’t wise up. After the second catching, Bun-bun goes into the neighbor’s yard, Tinker decides to do his impression of a hood ornament, and I shut the back door.