Tuesday, January 5, 2010

He got that ol' wascally wabbit.

Spotted from the kitchen window the snow was unforgiving for the furry little fella. He ran and jumped, hopped and zigzagged to no avail. Son's been a watchin' and waitin' for his chance at this little guy for a looooong time, and Dad was finally around to give the okay. So we watched from the kitchen window as alone the cold was braved and victory won.

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