We have rabbits on the field behind us. We grow vegetables. This is rarely a problem for our vegetables as we have Gilbert. Sadly this means we have a season of dead small rabbits, but for once, a few weeks ago, we managed to rescue one.
When I caught up with Gilbert, this little one was lying prone, but otherwise looked ok. S/he spent some time in a box on my kitchen table just to keep him quiet. He soon perked up and was released back on the field (hopefully) to never return again.
I managed to record "The Little Furry Rabbits" (still haven't worked out how to convert to MP3 yet - sorry Mac users, but I will get there). You can listen to it here: Little Furry Rabbits
I can't remember where I got the poem from, but will keep on looking to credit the author - sorry! In the meantime, if anyone knows, please let me know and I'll amend the poem with a credit
The little furry rabbits keep very, very still
They peep at me across the grass as I go up the hill.
But if I venture nearer to watch them in their play
A flash of white and they are gone, not one of them will stay.
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