.....the best time for spotting rabbits!
Tess and I walked down the pasture this morning at half past eight. The birds were singing and the sun was shining but there was a chilly wind blowing.
Tess was in ecstasy at the number of rabbits there were everywhere and I had already noticed that they are busy trying to dig holes in the grass verges of the lane. There was every size from teeny tiny ones up to old grandfathers.
Without looking it up (and I have no time as I go to the hairdresser at twelve today) I don't know what the gestation period of the rabbit is (no doubt one of you will look it up for me) but I daresay that young rabbits are kicked out of the nest to fend for themselves at a very young age.
They really are so very pretty. But, when the pasture is there for milk cows to graze, one can't afford to be sentimental. I read somewhere that ten rabbits each as much grass a day as one cow. Well I saw more than fifty this morning and I am sure that was only the tip of the iceberg.
We have three kinds of rabbit-catchers who come round - the man with a gun, the man with ferrets and the fox. Don't know who will step in here, but I am sure that the fox will have such easy pickings from the rabbits that he will let my hens alone - unless of course he/she fancies a change of menu.