Steve! the watch rabbit

There was a television show about a popular neighborhood bar called “Cheers” and one of the characters was named “Norm.” And when ever Norm would enter the bar, he would say Hi, everybody”, and the entire bar would yell “Norm!”

Earlier this spring, a very small and skinny rabbit was around he cabin and Noah said “I’m going to name him Steve.”

“Steve”, as it turns out, decided to be a quasi mascot and pet, each morning he would greet me near the car, and many times, would hop down the driveway in front of me before darting into the tall grass. He’s made a burrow in the barn, and –much to his credit and salvation — has not eaten the garden. Most days, he can be found near the pheasant fly pen. One of these days, I’ll update this post to include a photo.

By habit, when I see him, I yell out “Steve” like the folks in the bar in Cheers did for Norm. This seems to have rubbed on my others, as “Steve” has become the mascot of the ranch.

If he could only defend the phesants against preators, I’d plant him his own garden.