I was taking measurements of a house in the mountains, when I came across with a dead baby rabbit on the ground, in the side yard. I walked skipping it without noticing the poor animal, until I saw it and took two pictures. What for, I don't know, just because I felt pity for him. The homeowner told me mountain rabbits were usually killed by coyotes. And to make me happy, he told me that long ago, he left his front door wide open and a mom duck with her babies walked across the living room and dining room, directly to the back garden, like unexpected visitors. This is a black and white interpretation of my picture.
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