Almost every evening we sit out at the barn with our barn cat in a lap as we watch the day draw to a close. Almost every evening we see something fun and amazing among the wildlife that visit.
Last evening (7:30 or so), two rabbits were running around the pasture and every so often do a binky (at least what I read on line). They were hilarious, chasing each other and then going off separately, coming together and jumping up in the air. I wanted it to go on and on, but eventually, I didn't see either of them anymore.
I've seen a pair of wild ones here playing in the front yard, running around like crazy bunnies, chasing each other in and out of the shrubberies. It's so cute to see them playing and having fun like that.
Cottontails here towards the end of winter put on quite a show. On a moonlit night, it is not uncommon to see them courting. They stand face to face and start doing little vertical jumps, first one and then the other. Over and over. Then they dash away in opposite directions, meet up again and start all over again. I suppose eventually they get down to business but their courtship takes a lot longer than the mating itself.
Once in summer we had a garden bed that was dug up but not yet planted. A young cottontail discovered it and spent the longest time running at it and then skidding in the dirt. Wipe-out! Over and over. It was just about the funniest thing I've seen a rabbit do.
Well, if they were fighting, they were doing it at a distance. It was all chase and binkies (without the other one being near), one rabbit running one way, the other rabbit going in a different direction and then they would come together again.
I once watched a pair of muskrats do the same thing. They were having the greatest time. I watched them for over an hour. That was in the mid '70s- it made a huge impression for me to remember for this long.
"be like a turtle; at peace in your own shell."
Yes, I guess I've done the human version of the binky before, being in high spirits.
One of the benefits of having a farm is watching the animals, both domestic and wild, and how they derive pleasure. One of our cows enjoys rubbing herself against a cedar tree, and she looks forward to it every evening. I happened to see the cedar moving violently back and forth once, and since there was no wind, wondered what in the world. Turns out this 1500 pound gal was in bliss (her facial expression said it all).
The mini-horse does a mini-version of the same thing (the rub is in a different place).