One morning last week my partner noticed that we were being visited by a tiny baby rabbit and I managed to take this photo through the bars of the decking. We watched her / him having a good feast as s/he stayed for quite a while going up and down the bed leaving a trail of tiny pellets to mark progress through the plants.
I have seen rabbits in the fields nearby but never in the garden before and it put me in mind of one of my favourite childhood stories – The Tale of Peter Rabbit (by Beatrix Potter). Peter ignored his mother’s warnings to avoid Mr McGregor’s garden and instead headed straight for it looking for food. Mrs Rabbit knew Mr McGregor would undoubtedly kill Peter on sight if he was found in the vegetable patch.
Unlike the fabled Mr McGregor I don’t mind a bit. Years ago I didn’t like it when we let our pet rabbit out in the garden and she ate all my best plants; but these days I have a much more relaxed approach to sharing with other creatures. I don’t suppose I would be too happy if bunny returned with the whole family and they ate everything, but as it is the garden can very easily afford him some sustenance in what will probably only be a short life anyway.
Post Script 21 April 2016: The baby rabbit did indeed have a short life. We saw him again this morning whilst having a coffee and by this afternoon all that remained was one paw. The neighbour’s cat who has a reputation for killing rabbits had caught and eaten him.