It’s just plain MEAN what whoever they were did to him. Let him loose in a country where Bunnies like him do not live wild, in the scorching heat of the Caribbean summer, in a neighbourhood where cats and iguanas are the pests, and in a subdivision where at least 15 dogs are walked twice a day. He must have belonged to someone not long ago – his collar is still on him. They probably saw him as another mouth to feed (and backside to walk behind) and left him in a field full of spanish needle. Meet Black Peter, the Rabbit.
The pups didn’t pick up the scent. The two dogs ahead of us hadn’t either. But why on earth would they be looking for the smell of some northern rabbit that they’ve never seen the likes of in these parts? But Juju watches his mama very closely and followed my eyes to what I was watching so intently. And went over to investigate himself. Lola still hasn’t seen him – she didn’t want to put her paws on the grass (brat).