by: Corey Comstock
It’s that time of the year for Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies and baskets stuffed with goodies. My wife, Cindy, and I are too old for finding Easter eggs, and our nest has been empty for a quite a while now.
But chocolate Easter bunnies?
Yeah, we got that.
OK, they’re not really chocolate and not really bunnies. They’re rabbits, marsh rabbits to be exact, and we consider it a treat whenever one hops into our backyard and nibbles away at the weeds. We didn’t always have a family of chocolate-colored Easter-Bunnies mowing the backyard grass, no. Strangely, it all began with a hurricane and a tornado.