Bunnies Climb Trees, Right?

So the other day I noticed that Trixie was standing under the smaller almond tree, staring up into the branches with a hopeful look on her face and wagging her tail.  Apparently she thought she had treed something.  I went out to find out what she was looking at.  A couple of crows were in our big silk floss tree and the neighbor’s evil eucalyptus, cawing and chattering and generally making an enormous racket, so I thought maybe there was a baby crow in the tree.  But no, there was nothing at all; Trixie was staring eagerly at a completely unoccupied branch.  No baby crow, no squirrel, nothing.  Yet she was convinced there was something there, even when I bent the branch down to show her it was empty.

Then I heard something moving in the ivy behind the tree trunk.  I turned around just in time to see a bunny take off across the yard and escape underneath the fence.

Trixie ran after it, but she never even came close to catching it; the bunny knew exactly where the gap under the fence was and shot through it like Luke Skywalker’s torpedo going into the ventilation shaft at the end of Star Wars.

And the crows?  Well, at first I thought they were warning all the animals in the vicinity that a predator was on the prowl; but now I think they were just laughing at Trixie for believing bunnies climb trees.