Where is Elmer Fudd when you need him?

Photograph by Little Louis Fox

You see how our dog Beau (or Killer as we sometimes jokingly call him) is smiling?  Well that is because I just told him he IS allowed to kill rabbits after all.

Does that sound harsh?  I mean, Bugs Bunny is (or maybe now was) my favourite Loony.  I love those giant Belgian Hares in the children's zoo at the local garden centre.  One of my best and most loved friends and her beautiful children have a house rabbit, called Bun, who I will admit is gorgeous, and in a non-lapin-a-la-casserole kind of a way.  Come on, I am a Mrs Fox.  BUT...  

Image from: www.cimmarononline.com/hares

And I apologise to those of you, and your children, who have a bunny as a pet.  

I never thought I would be so intolerant.  I believe in non-violence, I do.  I love nature, the great outdoors, am an environmentalist through and through.  I believe in sustainable and organic gardening on my allotment.  BUT... Dogs are organic right?  And really those bloody rabbits are just not sustainable.

I went to the allotment after last weeks “How does your garden grow...” post and I spent a lovely afternoon planting up peas, onions (Yes, I know late, or way too early depending on how you look at it but it’s been a funny year right!) and beetroot.  I went back this Monday expecting to take some great pictures and do a little tour of the allotment for this weeks post.  And in the meantime someone had stolen the metal fencing along one side of our allotment, the rabbits had got in and had a party.  

Now, I am usually all for parties, love 'em.  BUT... not at the expense of my beautiful, carefully nurtured, diligently tended, much loved baby plants.  I cannot repeat what I said upon seeing the devastation.  I cannot show you a picture, because I didn’t have the heart to take one, and even if I had I could not have put it on this blog, because I couldn’t take the daily reminder of my distress.

Do you know how long it takes to plant 8 rows of 10 - 12 onions out?  That’s over 80 onions they ate, 80, aaaaaggghhhhh!

I have no love left in my heart for rabbits, I’m sorry.   

I don't much like the people who stole the fencing either, but, they are long gone, if I thought my dogs could take them on, well, I go no further as I could incriminate myself and my dogs.

So here are some pretty flowers from my garden, they are all that is keeping me from taking Beau and his girlfriend, Bea, over to the allotment right now to begin the Bunny Shock and Awe Campaign.

And just on a final note, I took this picture today, look at this daffodil, what a weird year, how often do you get daffs in June!

P.S. No rabbits were actually hurt in the writing of this post.  And if you want to see some beautiful non-rabbit devastated gardens whose owners do not rant, try here:

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