or, Tales of Fang and Claw From Jackmannii’s Backyard (soft-hearted Dopers may want to exit the thread here).
My final garden chore on an unexpectedly balmy Sunday evening was to clear away the last of the mulch covering the hardy banana and elephant ears patch. As I scooped up an armload of damp straw, three young rabbits leaped out and scurried away.
Even if I’d wanted to return them to the now-defunct nest, they were way too fast for me to catch, so I figured they could likely fend for themselves and I’d wind up dealing with them later when they began devouring my vegetable and ornamental plantings. Continuing on with my work, a couple minutes later I heard keening and protesting sounds some distance away, turned, and saw a large crow pecking at something on the ground (kind-hearted Dopers should really stop reading at this point). My first thought was that a baby crow had fallen out of its nest and Mama was trying to give it a worm.
Nope.
:eek:
As I watched in disbelief, an especially vigorous peck sent a small gray form a couple inches in the air. While I’m by no means a rabbit fan, I attempted to drive off the crow, but it picked up the mini-rabbit and flew to the back of the yard, where it dropped its prey (sadly, too late for any resuscitative efforts).
Hell of a thing to happen on Easter. 
This was also the most violent event to occur in my yard since the time Bessie the Labrador got into a stare-down with a large groundhog, which lost its nerve and fled with Bessie in hot pursuit. It escaped after receiving a butt-chomp from Bessie, who afterward would return to the spot, like a Civil War veteran revisiting Gettysburg.
I’m thinking it might be safer living in the city. :dubious: