The Hoppers

More new neighbours. Three rabbits. All allegedly female, or at least we hope. They obviously hate it next door; they're always in our garden. The relative cool of the oleander cuvettes is their fave hang-out. Or under a bush in the shade. They were even spotted in the compost heap, clear the other side of our garden. They've made themselves right at home. Pou once jumped from the terrace, all purposeful and defiant, to see one off. The rabbit couldn't care less, budged maybe a metre, so Pou gave up. Even though they're adorable, we fear plant devastation, burrowing, multiplying, so we cautiously mentioned our concerns to the rabbit owners. Their solution was to move the pathetic bunny enclosure into full sun during a heatwave. The rabbits looked miserable. We felt awful, but it didn't take long for them to break free. The little fugitives have again hopped across the frontier. The rabbits have chosen, who are we to argue?