||[Jun. 4th, 2018|01:15 pm]
Wow, rabbit nests are SMALL. Edward found the nest yesterday, and Christine and i looked at it (but didn't touch), speculating that maybe a toad was under the clump of grass. Edward, i'm sure, would have set us straight. Today revisited the nest when Christine wasn't thinking about it and retrieved two baby rabbits. One Christine rescued, the other he ate. We've let him eat voles, so it seemed somewhat unfair to take his prey away from him.
On the other hand, the fencing to be ought to exclude rabbits, and taking babies from a nest isn't sporting.
Admittedly, i took a skink (a lizard) from him when he brought it writhing and tail-less into the living room. I couldn't tell if he was going to play with it and -- it's the living room. I may have seen the skink later, although i suspect there's a large number of tail-less skinks who have learned not to go onto the screened deck. Shortly after moving here i watched Greycie Loo hunt one and ignore the writhing tail to continue after the critter.
One of the things i will need to do with the orchard is minimize the number of bird attractants. In California we found the occasional pile of feathers with a foot or beak -- the cats do seem to be happy to eat their prey.
I am reminded of my sister's horror, in her grade school years, at the cat eating a mouse, RAW.