Today I caught a rabbit in my slippers

28/06/09

I don’t know what a rabbit was doing in my slippers. Just a little homage to the late great Scots comic genius Chic Murray. We have had a rabbit in the garden for a few days. A very little one, it has to be said, but a hungry one. Despite our extensive grounds being enclosed by wire mesh, this one had found a chink in our defences. Apparently, it was not familiar with the Scottish Outdoor Access Code either, or it would have stayed outside our curtilage, where it would have been quite welcome. It started with the cauliflowers, then moved on to the lettuces, with a side salad of sundry other flowers and herbs. A bunny of taste obviously. Of course, I have made numerous futile attempts to catch it, but there are too many hiding places. Under the spreading juniper is one of them. Well, this morning, when I looked out, there it was disappearing behind the garden shed. Now, I though, here’s my chance. So, still in my slippers, I nipped out, and managed to catch it. It squealed piteously of course, but I showed no mercy. Into a cloth bag it went, the bag was tied shut, I finished dressing, got into the car and drove it a couple of miles along the road. And across the river. That should do the trick. When I let it carefully out of the bag, it hopped away quite happily.