When I visited my sister Billie in Saratoga, CA, in September, she introduced me to the neighborhood bunny. A domestic rabbit was living near her home, apparently able to avoid cars, dogs, cats, raccoons, and coyotes. Billie often took the bunny a carrot when she walked through the neighborhood.
While I was there, we walked down to the bunny’s territory and he appeared. Billie put some small carrots on the ground and the bunny came over, picked up each carrot with it’s front paws and gnawed happily. He stayed just out of reach, enjoying the gifts.
Billie called me this morning with bad news. She hadn’t seen the bunny in several weeks. Yesterday, she saw a letter in the Saratoga News from another friend of the bunny about it’s death. Someone had killed the rabbit, skinned it, and hung it’s skin on a gate. Billie was upset.
In a world where large-scale violence is commonplace, the killing of a friendly rabbit living in freedom is not news. Why anyone would want use an animal’s trust to destroy it is difficult to comprehend. Only a very warped individual would execute such an ugly plan. I hope that the act boomerangs on that individual soon.