The Hay Bale and My Bunny

I was startled to read last year that the best food for wild rabbits and the one they love the most is timothy hay.

Having taken a keen interest in the half dozen bunnies that inhabit our yards, I mentioned to the family my finding about the hay. I have to be careful about what I discuss around my family because on Dec. 25, 2022, I got a bale of hay for Christmas. If there was another person in the world that got a bale of hay for Christmas, I want the details.

Shortly thereafter, someone asked me what I got for Christmas and, of course, I replied: “Twenty pounds of grass.”

The other night, I was standing not far from the shed, heading that way to close the door for the night. But My Bunny, the one that thinks I’m her overgrown Dad, raced me to the door and got there first. I talked to her and asked her what she was doing in the shed and I soon saw that she was snooping around the bale of hay, bits and pieces of which we parcelled out to the bunnies all winter.

Then she hopped right up on the bale, turned and faced me and all but declared, “This is my hay! Get your own!”

But to be safe, if I find out this year that what wild bunnies need most of all is a 50-gallon drum of molasses, I am going to keep that information to myself.

©2023 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.