It
doesn't hurt the baby, and the mother does feel better knowing exactly
where her baby is.
The adult jackrabbit looks up at us. All this time we are very still. I
don't think the jackrabbit is frightened of us, but I suppose she has
other things to do and can't just stand around visiting.
After looking us over for a moment or two, the jackrabbit wriggles her
ears, turns away, twitches her cotton-ball tail and jackrabbit-jumps into
the reeds. She and her baby are on their way from one place to the
another. I guess only the jackrabbit really knows where and why.
'I hope they find their way to where they want to go,' Roger says, 'and I
hope the baby stays close to it's mother. A baby can get lost among
these reeds.'
'The mother jackrabbit knew where to find the baby,' I said. 'She must
be pretty smart. Don't you think so?'
'Yes,' Roger agreed, 'she's smart, all right.'
We walked back to the palms and, from there, home.
Gone Sailing
I strolled down to Three Palms and looked about. Suzanne and Roger
weren't there.
Maybe they're at the sand dunes looking for the floppy-eared baby
jackrabbit and its mother.
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