Our new place comes with its own rabbit, that iconic symbol of spring. I usually see her (him?) in the morning, calmly chewing grass in the middle of what passes for our lawn. But I’ve also spotted her hanging out in the low bushes during the day. Pablo coming back from our walks has surprised her a few times. She dashes off, her white tail disappearing under cover of ivy. My quest has been to get a decent photo of her, but so far that hasn’t happened. I managed a few shots from far away. As soon as I approach within shooting range, off she goes.
I love rabbits. I hope you get a good photo of her (him).