There are bunnies everywhere. Many are alive. But quite a lot of them dead from myxy. Others are dead from cars. But today we found a mystery one, just inside the front door of a house we viewed.
It wasn't a ferret what done it, but thanks to the Stoat for alerting me to the excellent bad estate agents photos blog. I suppose my photo does not count as it was not taken by an estate agent, but the dead bunny at the front door approach it is surely an excellent way of making sure the wrong sort of people do not buy the property.
We suspect it died of thirst after getting trapped inside the empty house. Does that mean the house has holes in it large enough to let in a bunny?! Should we go and live there so we can find out? Might that be fun...?