He thinks he owns the place. He can't go on the plum tree any more because the wasps have taken it over and they're drunk.
I don't blame him really. He has raised three litters this year because we have been so generous with chopped grapes for the babies. MY chopped grapes! He needn't think he can move in with me in the winter. He already sits on the half door and poops inwards onto the porch floor to leave his mark. It's purple poop at the moment. Being a rabbit I'm an expert on poop.
But not an expert on gardens Harve! I have to carry you out each day for you constitutional, and shove your nose into the herbs and flowers so you can smell them. I only counted to 45 this morning before you ran for home after I put you down. Why? It's a beautiful day and it's so peaceful. You are now busy cleaning the smell of fresh air from your fur!! Weird bun.
