Play Time

Our trash is picked up once weekly on the frontage road. It is much too far to carry them, so one of us drives the trash bags up there as they accumulate. A few days ago, I carried a trash bag to the truck so Richard could drive it up to the trash can.

The bag was heavy, and a couple of times it drug on the ground enough to tear the bottom. An empty tomato sauce can fell out.

I didn’t pick it up (bad Leilani! Bad Leilani!).

Friday afternoon, as we were at the counter preparing some vegetables, I saw a rabbit hop down the driveway and go over to the can and start messing about with it. At first, Richard thought maybe it was trying to lick the dried tomato sauce.

Then we realized it was playing with the can.
 
The rabbit picked the can up in its mouth and sort of dropped/tossed it, and then picked it up again, turned in a circle, sort of dropped/tossed it again. This went on for about 5 minutes before it lost interest in the can and decided to sample things to eat in the front yard.

My brothers and I and our neighborhood friends used to play “kick the can” when we were kids. When I mentioned the rabbit to my baby brother in a telephone conversation, he thought perhaps the rabbit was having its own version of “kick the can.”

Lots of animals play. I guess rabbits do too. It was hilarious to watch. It did our hearts good.