I am a sucker for a furry face. Our suburban backyard is an oasis for the neighbourhood "buns". I could not be happier. I admit to spending a little bit too much time gazing out the kitchen windows watching "the buns" nibble on clover and lounge in the summer sun. I've also seen what can only be described as "a bun-off" in which two "buns" jumped over one another over, and over, and over again, in some sort of dance.
(It was quote possibly a mating ritual, but this is a 'family blog' and so we'll leave it as "dance" and not really worry too much about what it's all about ...)
"Bun-spotting" has become somewhat of a sport at our house. The thrill of seeing "bun" in the backyard is matched only by the excitement of seeing MULTIPLE BUNS in the backyard. It is a thrill, like no other ...
Or so I thought, until a few weeks ago.
