Frenemy

This rabbit is building a nest under the gooseberry bush. She is not afraid of me. I left the tray of parsley in the garden overnight, and in the morning it was gone. Maybe we're frenemies. If so, she doesn't seem to know it, and the fact that she isn't afraid of me makes me soften toward her. Maybe a year without parsley is an alright thing. The bed is empty. We'll see what comes of it.