Refreshing dreariness

One of those days where a clear sky signals progress, then the gray drear rolls in and all seems shit. Until you, somewhat grudgingly, take the dog to the beach, where you turn your face to the wind and take a deep breath and realize what you have just pulled into your lungs came from Antarctica, or somewhere in the South Atlantic, empty empty, and so much better for that.

Mysterious dead bunny

In the past few years of walking dogs almost daily — six to eight of them — they have only caught (and of course killed) three rabbits, two of them young and obviously inexperienced. One of those little ones was just a few days ago. And we have seen many, many chases, some spectacular, some almost farcical. We’re always happy when the rabbits get away.

But what killed this little one today, no idea. We always know when there’s a chase, because the dogs yelp. Not a sound today, and no blood. Both baby rabbits the dogs caught previously were quickly torn to pieces.

So, another little mystery.