Last night, while I was on the train trip from Hell, my cat found a young rabbit. My wife was home and managed to prevent the half-feral asshole from killing it in the house and put it in a quiet spot in the yard; hoping for the best.
This morning it was still breathbg.
She had to leave early but asked me to handle it. I tried giving it some water with a straw, and I didn’t see any obvious injury, but he laid there breathing hard.
So I put on my welding gloves and got a plastic grocery bag. I gently picked it up and cradled it in the bag until it stopped moving.
I am a monster. Hate me.
Last week I went out the front door to grab the mail and was treated to the vision of a dismembered bunny corpse lying in our front yard. Crow, maybe?
I turned around, grabbed a plastic bag, picked up the body, threw it away, and never said a word to my family.
It’s hard, sometimes, and lonely. But we’re here. You’re not alone.
Also, it sucks.
It could be a coyote, fox, or hawk also. Lots of predators city people seldom see living around you.
No guts anywhere around, so hawk is possible, but I think anything land-bound would have had to leave a trail.
You might be surprised how light ground predators can be, especially on a lawn.
RFK, Jr would have seen lunch.