Well, moving them all into a pile brought a certain one of them to Rita's attention: the evil bunny.
|"What is this thing??"|
This little stone bunny has been in our yard the entire time she has lived with us. In fact, she walks past it on her way out the back door several times a day. But she only noticed it once I moved it.
|"Seriously, what is this terrifying thing??"|
|"This evil rabbit must die!"|
|(I like the clouds reflected in the door on this one.)|
|"Hand it over, Momma."|
|"I'll kill it for you! Eventually."|
|"Come out of there you little devil rabbit!"|
Or, maybe she's just nutty.