BUNNY CARNAGE!

Part of the joy in living where we live is its rural location, surrounded by fields, trees and wandering wildlife - the latter being a big bonus for our cat, Mrs Spencer (pictured above, just waiting!). It's not unusual for us to find some poor creature, lifeless on our doorstep, often with its guts spilled a few inches from its corpse, or to hear the squeals of a baby rabbit, meeting its maker, Mrs S. But last night, she excelled herself, one catch was not enough - she managed to bring three rabbits home, all in varying states of death.

Bunny 1, name Foo Foo - brought to the back door, approx. 6pm, still alive, still moving. Couldn't bring ourselves to knock it on the back of the head, so decided to keep it in our recently vacated rabbit hutch! Wrapped it in a towel, crossed our fingers and hoped for the best.

Bunny 2, name Foo Foo 2 - brought to the back door, approx. 9pm, very dead, so dead in fact its head was missing and nowhere to be seen, couldn't even locate its ears!

Bunny 3, name Foo Foo 3 - brought to the back door, approx. 9.20pm, very dead, but intact, probably just killed for the sport rather than the feed!

We checked on Foo Foo before going to bed, still alive, surprisingly enough, but we feared that it wouldn't make it through the night.

Rudely awakened by Mrs Spencer meowing to get into the house this morning, I took the opportunity to go and check on Foo Foo, the poor thing is still alive, fairly motionless and not looking overly posh. I am now going to trawl the internet and see if I can find something that tells me how to kill a rabbit, without violence or actually hurting it! Gone are the days I wandered the fells with a 20 bore over my arm... how I ever managed to shoot anything is a mystery to me now. I just wish for Foo Foo's sake I could put it out of its misery.

Here endeth this sorry tale!