The Crow and the Rabbit

We came home this afternoon from taking Daisy for a walk and heard a lot of commotion in the backyard.  Pip was in defensive mode and running to and fro in front of the deck. There was a huge crow nearby dive bombing the ground. Pip lunged at it with her front paws outstretched and ready to attack.  Andrew knew immediately that it was after one of her young, which up to this point we didn't even know existed. (In hind sight though Daisy had been spending a lot of time snooping in the coneflower in the previous days). I opened the back door and ran out into the yard and clapped my hands at the crow and shooed it away.  Pip just stood nearby watching me and then as if nothing had happened began munching clover. I think she was dazed and later she laid down in the grass to rest.  I looked down at the ground around me and at first saw nothing and then saw a baby laying very still in the grass. I picked it up. It was basically playing dead.  I showed the baby to Pip who was laying nearby and Andrew took a few pictures.  I found the other two babies in the coneflower. The smallest one bit the crap out of my pinky finger. I guess I deserved it. All the babies have a little white stripe on their heads just like Pip's. After we went inside Pip went into the coneflower to check the babies and later joined me in the rabbitry during nightly feeding for her dinner.

 Pip resting up from the ordeal.

 Lucky who was saved from the crow

 

Flash and Lucky

 

Striker-the baby that bit me!

 See the white stripe on Pip's head?