Paying the Price

Our garden has been a rabbit playground all summer. Next year we've just got to have a better fence to keep them out, but for now I try to think of them as our little gleaners, and let them have what I can't get to first.

The other day though, it was rather a shock to see a dead rabbit between the cucumbers and peppers. I could afford a slight feeling of sadness, since I wouldn't be the one to dispose of the carcass, but I couldn't help but wonder how and why our garden happened to end up as the morgue. Even rabbits must have stories to tell.

Bottom line though, when you let rabbits run (or bad habits persist), you better have a shovel handy to bury the end result. Someone pays a price.