It was a gorgeous morning for a walk. I messed up badly yesterday, as once again I relied on our trusty weather people, who said storms would cross our area in the early a.m. I took their word as gospel … they were wrong, wrong, wrong and so I forfeited my morning stroll. Well, this morning made up for it. I went back to Council Point Park today and I was determined if I heard that croaking bullfrog I was going to seek him out and take his picture. But that froggy fellow was nowhere to be found. As I strolled along the perimeter path, my head turned this way and that looking for a sign of life. Where was everybody – humans included? There were no squirrels, birds, ducks, geese, nor a lowly frog, and just when I was thinking that this morning’s walk was boring, I startled a bunny who was nibbling on some clover and he bolted, his hind legs a blur and his white powder puff tail flashing. When he was far enough away from me, he plopped down to rest, and I am sure his heart was beating a mile a minute as he shot me an especially wide-eyed look. From my vantage point, between two tree branches, I watched this solitary bunny who sat there motionless as he dared not wiggle his pink translucent ears, nor twitch his tiny button nose. I stayed and watched this poor little soul, who was probably petrified to move from his spot, even though I did my best to assure him I meant no harm. I saw him as if he were Peter Rabbit and had come to life from the pages of one of my old Beatrix Potter storybooks I enjoyed as a youngster. Perhaps he was the living, breathing creature that was reminiscent of a pastel rendering from a Marjolein Bastin sketchbook. Well Ol’ Peter finally moved on, either confident I meant no ill will toward him, or perhaps the rumblings in his stomach urged him to move over to the wild rhubarb patch. I stayed there awhile longer, and watched him as he ducked under one of the very large rhubarb leaves, which had to be at least a foot long and wide. Those rhubarb leaves looked like large fans and dwarfed him as he crouched underneath, nibbling away. I left him behind, happy and content, and since there were no other humans around, he was free to move about fearlessly – after all, this was his domain here at the Park … I was merely a visitor.