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Saturday morning. I went to feed the rabbits. A massive hole had been dug under the protective wire mesh buried in the ground next to their home. Fox attack. Sidney, although physically unharmed, had died of fright and was lying on his side in the run. No sign of Edith. Gone. Just bits of her fur scattered around the fox-dug hole and across the garden. 

It was horrible. Sudden and horrible. I can’t bear to think how frightened they must have been. I feel so sad. Sidney has been buried next to Flora. We gathered up Edith’s bits of fur and buried that, too. 

Andy has taken down their rabbit palace. The big panels will be used to extend the fruit cage. I expect we’ll find a use for their hutch. Perhaps I could turn it into something to display pretty plants. 

We can’t offer them a safe space here, so no more rabbits for us. 

I’m so sorry, Edith and Sidney. You charmed and delighted me in the short time you were here. Bless both your little bunny souls. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
So sorry to hear this. We have rabbits, can't think of anything worse. Sending hugs.
28 November 2022 at 11:53
Fran Thorington-Neve said…
I'm so unbelievably sorry to hear this. I know what a big part of your lives they were. Sending love x
28 November 2022 at 12:26
Anonymous said…
I’m so sorry. What a terrible shock.
KJ
28 November 2022 at 13:55
Denise said…
Thank you, Anonymous. They’re such joyful creatures, aren’t they? I shall miss Edith and Sidney, and the way they raced around in circles to greet me in the mornings. x

Fran, thank you. Your kindness and love are much appreciated. x

It was, KJ. I feel so bad that I wasn’t able to protect them more effectively. x
28 November 2022 at 15:19
Anonymous said…
Oh no. Denise that is awful news and I’m so sorry.
Please don’t blame yourself. Foxes are ruthless and will stop at nothing. They are also getting more prevalent. We saw one here at the weekend, while we were sittIng in the kitchen eating lunch. Out in broad daylight and bold enough to walk across the lawn right in front of us.
Mrs Duck xxxxx
28 November 2022 at 19:00
Anonymous said…
Ecco Mrs. Duck
KJ
29 November 2022 at 01:31
Denise said…
Thanks Mrs Duck. You’re right - they are very bold. I remember seeing one walk along the top of our garden fence when we lived in Kent, slap bang in the middle of a housing estate. xx
29 November 2022 at 08:45
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