I got to be the Easter Bunny this year, and if I do say so myself, I think I did a stellar job of making the eggs just hard enough to find.
My mother-in-law has an amazing property. She has a cozy house that her late husband built,


a small patch of 2nd growth forest,

and my favourite, the sea lion rock.


I did briefly consider hucking an egg or two into the swamp to see exactly what a nine year old boy will do for chocolate, but you’ll be glad to hear that I thought better of it.

We saw the usual deer come on through, which was great. My MIL hasn’t seen a cougar in years, but the bear still visits from time to time. But the scariest wildlife was spotted at about 11 am on Easter Sunday:

The hunt over, the pack of wild nephews animals retires to its den to gorge on its prey.






