I spent the warmest weekend in months huddled under blankets, aching, coughing, shaking, shivering, sleeping. When awake, I amused myself watching a couple squirrels eating the sunflower seeds I'd tossed out for them.
Hadn't seen any sign of my rabbit neighbor in a few weeks and wasn't sure if this was only because of a lack of fresh snow and a crusty surface, or if this one had also met his fate like the lovely coated predecessor I found dead on a sidewalk a couple blocks away. Wild rabbits have a short lifespan, averaging only a year or so because of a large number of predators, including people and their automobiles in this neighborhood.
I climbed the short hill, sinking deep in the snow, and took a look at the entrance way this morning. The lovely mine entrance I wrote about in December has been covered by snow since then, and now there's a proverbial rabbit hole going straight down through the snow. I didn't stand completely above it for fear of collapsing the entire snow cover but I could see one footprint near the hole although it seemed fairly old and frozen. So I'm still not sure if my neighbor's around.
Presumably the chipmunk I saw also going into a hole there after gathering chokecherries in the trees last fall is still enjoying semi-hibernation. One wonders what kind of neighbors they make.
A friend of mine made a video about rabbits in another part of Duluth which you can watch here.
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