The rabbit crop this spring has included this very bold little chap.



I call him (or her) Pat (a nod to a classic childrens' book entitled Pat the Bunny). When he was very young, I'd head off to the workshop and he'd invariably be munching clover and ribwort in between the house and the shop. I talk to him and he seems pretty used to these interactions, letting me pass by at about six feet or so without bolting.

He has red fur between the ears and shoulders so easily identified. A handsome little fellow and a welcome part of the morning's routine.

Here are a couple shots from early June when he was a bit smaller: