I was thinking that we had a problem. His name was Felix. I'd named him, so John couldn't exactly shoot him without risking the wrath of Karen. He'd been staying quite close to us, munching the grass when we were down working around the Homestead here at Struan Farm. Rather odd for a wild rabbit, really.
A few days ago I literally walked right up to him, so began to think he might be sick and disappear. You will know that rabbits are pests on farms and in Karen's flower and veggie gardens. Normally I am cursing them out for eating my flowers and waging war against them, not taking photos up close and personal.
But still. This one was little, cute and apparently vulnerable. Later that day John went down and found Felix. He'd died peacefully on the lawn in the Homestead gardens, so he must have been sick. He was buried on my instructions, not fed to the dog. Rest in peace Felix.