The Garden Statue

I was out in the backyard a while back when I noticed that we had a cute little new garden gnome I hadn’t seen before. I was surprised as the ornament was lifesize and I wondered why we needed a ceramic bunny when there are five live wild ones living in our yard. So I went into the house to ask about the new acquisition. I was told that no new decoration had been purchased to join all the others. Out to the yard I returned and carefully studied the statue. I soon saw a big floppy ear twitch and realized this little wild creature is not afraid of me. It was MY BUNNY. She had made herself a comfy little spot, directly on top of a then crushed impatiens flower, where she could hardly be seen but nevertheless could keep an eye on activities in case she might need to make a mad dash for it. She is still my little sweetheart. She comes and gets me at night when her food supply is low and waits a foot away from me while I top it up. I love her but she does eat a lot more than our other little statues.

©2022 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.