Trench Warfare In Our Driveway
We have a gravel driveway that is a thousand feet long and ten miles deep. It is paved with gravel. That is until the Great Rock Eating Phantom that lives underground wants a midnight snack. We'll get a new load of rock spread on it, and soon, the gravel is disappearing into the ground. Irregularly of course, so that the lovely white, smooth surface becomes lumpy and pitted. We've been feeding the GREP for 20 years now, and there is no indication of his appetite diminishing. The first few years, we thought, "Well, sooner or later the gravel will have been shoved into the earth completely to the bedrock, and THEN we won't have to dump so much on so often." It didn't happen sooner, we're still waiting for later. In between loads of gravel, dips and bumps appear. Husband related this story to me the other day, and it gave me a chuckle so I thought I'd share. Since we are out in the sticks, there is a plethora of wildlife out here. Deer roam freely. Raccoons mosey up onto the porch and eat the cat food. Squirrels taunt the cats, dashing from tree limb to tree limb. Skunks, possums, moles, field mice and the rare mountain lion or coyote wander through. The cats have little interest in them. But the rabbits! There is something about the rabbits that enthrall the felines. A cottontail, hoppin' down the bunny trail, will catch the attention of even the laziest cat. Rabbits are very quick though, and can easily spot an approaching cat, and hop away to safety. The cats have realized that to give the rabbits a run for their money, they would need to be more devious. They have adopted trench warfare tactics. Because husband departs for work very early in the morning, he witnesses some of the nocturnal chicanery by the light of the silvery moon (and dual beam halogen headlights). Seems the cats have learned to flatten their bodies out in a dip in the driveway, and become one with the gravel. And wait. Husband will pull out slowly, look down the driveway, and see nothing but ears. Ears that are twitching with anticipation. Wait, wait...Ah! Here comes Mr. Bunny. Twitch, twitch...bunny pauses, glances around, feels secure and begins nibbling on the clover. ATTACK! Fur flying, feet pounding, the chase is on! Don't panic, the rabbits are still faster, but...the cats have taken up a collection among themselves and are paying the fox a consulting fee, so who knows what Fate holds for Mr. Bunny.