This is our backyard as seen from the kitchen window yesterday around noon. Can you see the bunny?
How about now?
We first spotted him at breakfast around 9:30 when there was no accumulated snow on the chairs or table. You could see almost all of his little body then.
Still can't see him?
Here he is, under the chair ...
His little breath kept the snow melted on the seat above him.
We were checking up on him all day. Every once in a while someone in the kitchen would call out, "He's still there!" (Usually me.) Sometimes we'd all watch him, wondering if he'd succumbed to the elements. But then we'd see him fluff, shake off the snow and resettle ... and we'd breathe a collective sigh of relief.
The kids stayed out of the backyard so he wouldn't be scared away.
Around 6:00 he finally dug himself out from under the chair,
and then like Peter Rabbit, squeezed under the gate.
He didn't lose any brass buttons.
But we really enjoyed his quiet little company all day.
And I never once considered putting him in a pie.