Lina killed a bunny this afternoon. A sweet little baby bunny. I was outside working on my car, and the dogs were hanging out with me, just sitting in the sun. They started wandering around the woodsy part of the back yard, then suddenly they got all excited and there was a lot of rustling, and then Lina came trotting down with the bunny in her mouth.
It was pretty upsetting, although I couldn't be mad at Lina. After all, life is rough for wild rodents. And it's Lina's nature. To kill baby bunnies. She did it once before, years ago. I was hoping that at her advanced age she wouldn't move fast enough to catch a bunny anymore. She probably wouldn't have caught this one if it had been full grown.
We've seen an adult bunny in the yard many times before. It likes to hang out on the grassy hill near the bird feeders. I guess it must have had a bunny family. I'm torn between hoping Lina didn't scare them all off, and hoping she did. Because I sure don't want her to catch another one.
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*weepy on the baby bunny's behalf*
that must have been traumatizing for you.
yeah it was pretty awful. The poor little thing was so tiny. I was a wuss about it, I made the dogs go inside and waited for Georg to come home and deal with bunny burial :(
oddly, today my co-worker charles discovered oolong the bunny, and i was there when he ran across the final photos of oolong. we both turned our heads away and he couldn't click away fast enough, we were both like, "i don't want to see the bunny die!!"
but then we got to see some happy pictures of his new bunny with various odd food items on his head, and acting generally cute, and playing with his other bunny friends.
so even though it was a sad day for one bunny, somewhere in japan an eccentric man and his bunny are very happy, and that bunny probably has food on his head right now.
Bunnies are cute, but nature is not kind to bunnies.
too bad bunnies aren't as resiliant as rats! I read an article in the NY Times a couple of months ago about city rats. It made them sound like an unstoppable force, both as a species and individually.
The world is also not kind to individual rats. It's as a collective force that they are unstoppable.
Our pet rabbits lived for nine and a half years before being felled by cancer. Our oldest rat, so far, lived seven years less than that.