Ah, the rewards that can be gathered from the unexpected.  As, for example, deciding at the break of dawn to descend from warm sleep in our comfortable bed, two floors below to the freezer in the basement, to take out a different type of bread for breakfast.  The full brightness of the morning not yet in its complete glory, but sufficiently so to pause for a moment before the front door with its large clear glass panel to look out onto the gardens in front.

And there, oh my, to see a small and very live object on the front lawn, doubtless nibbling away at clover in the grass.  An especial treat in the early morning, to be complemented by the song of the robins and cardinals as they greet the dawn.  That is the reward.

The penalty resides in the unfortunate circumstances of having descended in the same garb worn throughout the night's sleeping hours abed, sans bottom.  Although the front door is nicely concealed by the various trees growing in front of our home, and the public road is a discreet distance from the concealing gardens, who knows who might drop by unexpectedly, even at that hour?

Or, as it might happen, an unsuspecting neighbour opening his own front door and witnessing the unfortunate spectacle of an elderly man with light top, and nothing to cover his dangling bits?  Therefore, the photos had to be taken through the font door window, and were not, as a result, particularly clear.  But there can nonetheless be seen the image of a small brown wild rabbit, a welcome visitor from time to time, sharing the landscape of its natural inheritance with us.