A Beatrix Potter moment

On today's gold star afternoon walk I spent several minutes in a staring competition with four home-alone baby bunnnies. They lined up outside their burrow (at my eye level in a pock marked clay bank held together with totora roots) watching me as intently as I was watching them, twitching their little noses. Maybe they were too young to be scared of me, or perhaps they knew that I am no threat, especially in the face of such cuteness.