The Call of the Wild


I have a pet rabbit. No, not really, but I like to think so. She’s a wild brown rabbit that’s been living in my Milwaukee backyard for more than four years.

I noticed “Alice” several summers ago. While those brown rabbits do look alike, there was something different about this one. How could I tell them apart? This rabbit has a broken right foot that causes her to hobble slightly when she hops.

The injury doesn’t seem to cause her any pain. It also doesn’t slow her down when she wants to get away. Under a clump of trees, in the far western corner of my yard, is where she seems to be most often. Also near that spot, I place a weekly supply of carrots and spinach to keep her fed through the winter.

My two little boys look for her daily and yell, “Hello!” at anything that resembles a rabbit. They’re so young, they think all small, brown creatures are an “Alice.” A wildlife rehabilitator with the Wisconsin Humane Society told me wild rabbits have a life expectancy of about six years. While I hope she surpasses that, I feel grateful that she’s been sharing some of her time and space with us.

January 26, 2011 · Posted by in misc  


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