Yesterday, I cleaned, got cleaned up myself, considered going to the Mall for something . . . anything . . . watched hamburgers being grilled, ate one of the latter and then had an interesting scooter ride.
Later I got the urge to mow the lawn. It needed to be done because even though we had received little rain, the buckhorns were quite noticeable and the whole area was shabby. It doesn’t take long to do this little lawn; it is not like the one in West Chester that was a hill stretching some 200+ feet from the driveway to the creek on the curved road side and a good number of feet from that road UP to the house. Now that was an undertaking.
Last night’s little mow was adventurous, however. I heard a mighty clang and saw a white ball shoot out – one about the size of a softball. The mower kept running and took a few steps and saw the other part of the explosive collision: the scalp, ears and legs of a bluish grey furry bunny Wubba.