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Jackrabbit, Desert Scrub | Note Card
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JR-03
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- Card is 5" x 7" and blank inside
- There is a little story on the back, which you can read below.
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Every small person and every small person's poppa and momma and every small person's grannie and grandpoppa will surely like this small rabbit. He is not of course small as bunnies go, being a jackrabbit and all, and thus rather gigantic compared to his cottontail kin. But he is for sure smaller than a giraffe, and a lot smaller than an elephant, that much is true. Which is the reason that any small person, say between the ages of two and six, and all of those other people who love that small person, would love to have a greeting from this small rabbit, so of course you should send this small rabbit along to just about anyone. That much is true.
Other Things You Might Like to Know: The original artwork is watercolor and graphite | © 2017 Melinda Nettles | Designed and printed in Oregon, USA | Paper by Neenah and envelopes by Mohawk are minimum 30% Post-consumer recycled content and FSC® Certified |
The Back Story:
Out past the irrigation ditch, atop the cut-bank, just before the side path down to the javelina den... yes, the one down along the western flank of the shallow sand hollow... there, yes, there... Baca paused a moment alongside his favorite patch of cholla. He was alert as always to the slightest scent on the wind, the slightest shuffling in the scrub. This evening, all was still. The earth was moist from this afternoon’s quick-in-quick-out thunderstorm, it being monsoon season and all. Soon, the quail would come on by in their dozens, top-knots bobbing like feathered church hats on a summer Sunday, and the roadrunner, tail pointed, busy with purpose, would skip on through like a speedy local train, hardly inclined to stop and shoot the breeze. In the distance, the creek whispered a little, and the mountains breathed, and for a moment, even the hummingbirds were still.* *Ever So Important Note: As everyone knows, hummingbirds just never never stop moving. At least so it seemed to Baca, who had never ever seen one sit down a spell, take a load off, lounge about, cat nap, or even ever think about going a day without work. Zip! Zip! they go, thisaway and thataway and off over there and back again. (Well, there was that one time he did see one pause on a branch, but nearly-about for a microsecond before Zip! she was off again...) What a lively life those wee birds must lead, always on the go, though Baca. I do hope they have a secret spot somewhere, up by the spring on the shady flank of the mountains, where they stop now and again for a little rest. |