Twice I drove into town to put gas into my cars.  On both of those trips I spotted several rabbits and one baby one just on the edge of the meadow.  It immediately disappeared into the undergrowth.  I just got a glimpse of it.  It was tiny–only a few inches wide.  Then on my way home from church I took the back road and I passed a turtle and then I stopped to go back to make sure he will safely make it to the other side of the road.  When it saw me it scurried quickly to the other side of the road.  The box turtle measured approximately six inches from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail.

It was the smallest cottontail I have ever seen.  I was in my car on my road a few miles away.  And spotted the tiny rabbit on the right side.  He could not have been very old. It was the tiniest one I have ever seen.  Maybe it was five inches long.  The cottontail immediately vanished into the undergrowth.

I mourned the dead cottontail.  I spotted it last night at the far end of our fence just a few feet from the road.  I don’t know if a cat killed it.  I loved watching the rabbits from the kitchen window cavort in the backyard.  There were at least one adult one and two younger ones.  I wanted to examine it to determine what killed it but I really did not want to see it dead.  I just felt bad.