A has referenced that B sits on the front porch, blames A for burning shit, and at one point, frightened said Bunny away while criticizing A's cooking propensities in a rather loud voice and with hand gestures. (It could have been either A or B laughing, but let's stick with the theme of this essay.)
A was sad about the bunny running away, but held A's own in re burning shit, argued just as though A might be some damn trial lawyer making a final argument to a jury or something.
Bunnies in the yard come early morning, and later in the afternoon when the sun is going down. It is rare to get any photo. A has said they come up to the porch within 10 to 15 ft. This late afternoon, A got a little video of the Bunny at about 15 ft. from A and B on the porch. The Bunny didn't flinch when B arose from the chair, opened the door, entered the house, then returned to the porch. A kept up a conversation with Bunny,a conversation with A chatting, Bunny occasionally staring at A. (Absolutely NO gripe with A's cooking was involved.)
Anyway, the Bunny is surrounded by a Confederate Rose, pintas, duranthas, lantanas, a lagustrum, plumerias, morning glories, and Mexican petunias.
I may have mentioned the yard is like a botanical garden.
Anymore, an animal habitat, too.
No shit was burned in the making of this video.
Hell yeah.
(Only 9 seconds, my friends. Bunnies get around.)