We hunted along the Ice Age Trail on some DNR land. When the Wisconsin glaciation ended, the retreating ice sheet left behind weird landforms and millions of boulders. The first settlers had to clear their fields of these rocks and if you look closely along the edges of old meadows, you will notice many deposits of boulders that the farmers had to hump out of the way.
Now the boulders are covered in a tangle of briars and are nearly impervious shelters against predators and home to lots of cottontail rabbits. As the spaniel hunted the boulder brush, one rabbit squeezed out from behind us and dove into a hole in the rocks before I could shoulder the shotgun. On the other side of the boulder pile, the dog flushed another rabbit that was not so wascally.
A long time ago I heard Phish perform this song in concert and it’s just as wonderful to hear it rendered like this.