I believe the bunny in my backyard came for the berries, the basil, and the clover. We wonder, though. How? We’ve finally fenced in the backyard, and the gate stays tight to the ground. No bunnies could possibly enter.
But the bunny digs. He burrows under. No fence stops him. I watch him feasting with glee in the late afternoon. He’s now probably napping under my porch, so full of my herbs that he cannot move.
I must congratulate the persistent and clever bunny. And I admit that I love watching him hop around the garden like he owns the place. That little white tail! That little twitching nose!