It's that magical time of year in which my husband and I summon each other to the sun room with an excited squeal that announces that it is time to fawn over fawns. This strong lil' fella was an iddy biddy venison nugget trying to walk only a couple of weeks ago. 
How does Paul get any work done with all the woodland creatures in view from the window by his desk?
Strain your eyes, dear reader, to gaze upon the tiny bun at the center of this picture.
Strain your eyes, dear reader, to gaze upon the tiny bun at the center of this picture.
He's the most aesthetically pleasing type of yard bunny- satisfying chonky despite smolness, black eyes instead of unsettling red ones.
I'm afraid he's not very bright, though. Pumpkin regularly hunts in that area & the only reason that this snackable bun has survived this long is that Paul heroically rescues Pumpkin's prey before he can stomp out their little life forces.
I do my best to shoo the bun or redirect Pumpkin, but I'm not at this window as often as Paul was, and I don't think the bun grasps that Paul isn't telecommuting full time anymore.
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