Little Guy and I were walking around the north end of the trailerstead and found Brer Rabbit’s head lying on the pathway.
Technically, Little Guy found it first and laid claim straightaway. Too bad, but I am the Big Dog around here and I took possession of Brer Rabbit’s head. I had garden gloves on.
It was cleanly bit off. This was about 6 feet out from my north window. I get coyotes under that window sometimes, and I charge Brer Coyote with the death of Brer Rabbit.
My fat little rabbits may be eating too good over here; they are not getting out of harm’s way.