Something has been breaking into our (well, mostly my wife’s) garden. It ate what was going to be the first tomato of the season. Assumption is a rabbit, since
[li]There are a lot of them around[/li][li]the fencing was up and the tomato in question was too far in to be reached by a deer (of which there are also a lot) without knocking it down [/li][/LIST]
So tantrum was pitched, imprecations against bunnies uttered, requests for me to figure out how to rabbit proof the garden made (up to and including land mines that could blow their not so lucky feet off).
The fencing in question is about 5 feet tall, and plastic chicken wire looking, with about 1-inch squares.
Last night, I am called to the garden because she thinks a bird is tangled in the fence. Turns out to be a little baby/toddler bunny. “Kill the wabbit” becomes “save the bunny” (those little suckers are cute).
Don gloves, grasp the little fellow. He screams loudly - that is an impressive sound. Freed his leg, but he was still stuck somehow I couldn’t see. Wife gets a scissors, I cut him free of the fence, and see he somehow stuck his head into a fence square. I couldn’t hold him and cut that safely, so my wife had to.
Put the little fellow down (outside the fence) and he scampered off, apparently no worse for the wear. We think we saw mom/dad leave with him.