Watch the Fur Fly

Sign of the times… at least neither of them had matches or a can of spray paint.

But seriously, I love watching the wildlife. Whether it’s napping or eating or kicking up their heels or boxing. Who needs tv when you have real life?!

tara caribou | ©2022 video by me

23 Comments on “Watch the Fur Fly

    • In my twenties and very early thirties I moved around a bit and lived in Washington and Idaho but I guess being Alaskan-born, it’s in me too be here.


      • It’s wonderful that you were able to return to your roots. I was raised in the city but I spent summer and winter school holidays in my grandparents farm where I feel more home than anywhere else.

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        • It’s definitely a choice. I used to live in the city and made a lot of money and had a lot of Things. But it never made me happy. I have found living a simple life, with very little, had made me much more content and happy than ever.


        • I guess we have to experienced the both environment to come to realisation. I am trying to simplify life and I must admit it takes decipline to keep it that way.

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        • Yes, it’s relearning, training the mind that “going without” is not really going without. It is freedom. Keep at it Cassa! I’m rooting for you.


  1. A hare-raising battle.

    Har har. But seriously, aren’t you tempted to clap your hands and say something like ‘hey, cut it out!’

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    • Hilarious. Clap. Clap. Clap.


      No, I typically don’t mess with the affairs of bunnies unless it’s an ermine attacking a baby bunny or there’s one rabbit that is really mean to all the others and I don’t let it get away with it, if I’m outside and see it.

      Mostly, I just watch all their antics. It’s really quite entertaining. It just happened I was photographing ANOTHER rabbit (which was behind me from where I was standing for the video) and heard these two tussling and so was able to actual record it.


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