Yesterday while I was picking tomatoes I found a rabbit carcass in my garden. The body was fully intact but the head appeared to have been eaten off. I’m grateful to whatever predator made short work of the rabbit. I’ve come to loath those stupid things. In fact I have new found respect for Elmer Fudd.
I wish whatever killed the rabbit would have gotten rid of the evidence though because I didn’t enjoy doing it. My husband wasn’t too thrilled either. This morning when went to take the garbage out the headless carcass scared the crap out of him.
The find does have me wondering what killed the rabbit. I know rabbits have a number of predators but what would just eat his head off. Are there zombie rabbits out there?
I suppose the logical answer would be that the predator was scared off before he could devour the rest of the body. But logic doesn’t lead to a fun story.
Recently I have seen some sort of large brown mammal in the ravine behind our house. It’s not as big as a bear but it’s bigger than a weasel. I haven’t gotten a clear view of it but I know it’s back there. Maybe it eats rabbit heads?
Either way I have a mystery on my hands and an ally in the war against those wascally wabbits.