Diary 133

Wednesday, July 29th

A new crop of bunnies is in the yard. These guys see me and panic. They run away at full speed and hide. The older ones know what’s what. They just look up and say, “Oh, hi Allan. Really nice clover here. But it needs water. Can you see to that?”

Similarly with the bees. They buzz around and the older ones say, “It’s just Allan. He blunders around here a lot. Don’t mind him.”