Drawn by Rabbits

"Hey, look at that belly!" That's what Tutu Pete was saying. Dark spots were covering the brown fur on the bunny's opu. "Wow wee zow wee. Purpza is changing, big time," I said. But then, I kept looking and watched Purpza move from under the table. Ha, ha. The joke was on us. That bunny was not Purpza. "There are lots of bunnies, rabbits and hares (not so many hares) on the campground. Baby bunnies start moving from their safe nests onto the open field once they are ... about as big as Tutu Pete's hand." "Tutu?" The mo'o had a look of concentration. "Yes honey." I said. "Rabbits and bunnies are like the same?" "Yeah, they are. Same same." "And hairs?" "Ah, now that's a good one. Hares are different, kinda like ... hum. You know what Tutu Pete looks like, right. He's tall. Long, and I'm short. I'm rounder. I'm browner. Well, a hare is like a r...

"We were puttering around outside yesterday. The sun was playing with the clouds, so sometimes it was bright and sometimes it was not. It was a half and half kinda day." "That's a hapa day, Tutu. Mama and Daddy say I'm hapa and they are hapas, too." This little mo'o made connections quickly. I laughed and nodded my head, amazed at how things came together for that little one. "While we were outside some neighbors walked passed us on the gravel road. The woman asked, 'Is that your's?' pointing at our wagon.' 'Yes,' we both nodded at them. 'Nice place, nice view,' the woman said. Tutu Pete said, 'We like the tree.' I added, 'The one tree on the campground.' The woman said, 'You're surrounded by trees.' She had a good point! They had a small dog with them, and the woman was putting the poop-bag into the garbage can. Tutu Pete started chatting again and made a joke." The Mo'o la...

We can only guess, really, why Rabbits do what they do. We Two-Legged People watch and notice what they do. "Oh," the Mo'o perked up, "you folks pay 'tention!" "That's right, that's right on a Saturday night," Tutu Wahine held up her right-hand for an up-high five and a wiggle signature. It was good to be up close and personal, again. The months of The Virus caused a big stir-and-separate action. Life was different now, but the Mo'o would learn this as she grew. Paying attention was just exactly right! Learning about the Rabbits on the Bunny Campground was the Mo'o's long distant story time. The hand slap was a virtual one. The two tutu lived across the ocean. Visits were done thanks to the laptops and tablets. Lately, the Rabbits were very busy digging. "Why do Rabbits dig, Tutu?" The Mo'o looked carefully at the pictures that came onto the screen. "Sometimes I see Purpza digging and pulling at t...

Rabbits like company. So, we noticed one rabbit seemed very, very lonely one winter day. Not only that. We noticed this one lonely rabbit had a very, very large puka (a hole) under his right eye. We weren't sure he was a boy rabbit, in fact for a long, long time we called the rabbit a she. Purpz (or Purpza) which is short for being Purple in bunny vernacular and he most likely is a descendant of Black and Brown parents.  Guessing from our daily keen observations 90 percent of the 30 Campground Bunnies are brown along  with a black one and a white one with a brown nose that resides under the camp host's trailer,  one wild local Rabbit (a Hare) with a peppery brownish color and a half dozen of the Purples.   As we have already told you, our pal Purpz first arrived at our door with quite the open cut below his eye. So we gave him plenty variety of greens and fruits and watched  him heal in a month or two. Some of the Campers feed them alfalfa pellet...