The title of this post might seem inconsistent with these photos. This is the snowy Calgary I left for LA and more of less the snowy Calgary I came back to. I have previously mentioned that Calgary has it's share of Chinooks (warm winds off the mountains) that can increase the temperature by 20 degrees in a day, change temp every 2 hours and melt snow.
By March when I started work I was the only person left in Calgary (apart from Laura) who was enjoying the random snowfalls. Our last snowfall was one last Tuesday after the May long weekend and all the folk who had spent the May long weekend planting their spring gardens were ropable.
Meanwhile my house currently resembles a nursery (of the green variety not the nappy one). My housemate has trust issues with weather and continues to keep his seedlings inside, which I have the job of watering when he is out of town for work. No hard price for good rent and the lounge now resembles an oxygen tent.
Which brings me to the cricket bat. The bed of beautiful tulips my housemate trusted in the garden since the snow melt has been savaged by huge fat-bottomed rabbits. These Calgary bunnies do not have the sleek mean aspect of the ones back home and the nervous twitch that comes from having an Aussie spotlighter training his shottie on it.
No exaggeration, these rabbits look like long-eared wombats and move about as quickly. Apparently the locals think they're cute and feed them so they are everywhere in bunny suburban- heaven. I feel like I am living in Wallace and Gromit's Curse of the Were- Rabbit.
My housemate has asked me to chase them off if I see one again. They could probably use the exercise more than me. I offered to give one a good launch into the next street with a cricket bat should I find both handy at the same time. My housemate agreed. This surprised me because he supports PETA and is a vegetarian. Maybe he thought I was joking. Or maybe vegos are just mean about their greens. Either way, we had a laugh.
Cricket anyone?
2 comments:
We have those rabbits out here, too. Definitely no sleek Aussie rabbit, that's a certainty.
You could, instead of a cricket bat, learn to use a hockey stick. It's much more Canadian, after all, and has a longer reach.
I think these fat arsed rabbits would break a hockey stick but I'd be willing to give it a try...
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