I had to clear out the fridge to make-way for the two last watermelons of the year. One weighed 14.5 pounds and the other 16.
I had been alarmed at how quickly the produce I tossed into the pasture disappeared. Now, I guess I don’t have to worry. The cows were out when I tossed out this watermelon and they were on it right away. This very pregnant cow chomped it down, in a few minutes flat, rind and all!
When I first saw her eating it she was picking up the pieces in her mouth. I got the camera out and waited with the camera at my eye and sure enough she didn’t do it again.
Today I brought back 8.5 pounds of produce from the garden, including lots of hot chilies, tomatoes, and a few bitter melons . I feel great walking back to the house with a heavy grocery bag full of veggies!
We have been the victims of vandalism. As the title of the post states, it was quite graphic, horrifying, on the verge of satanic, and most of all, incomprehensible.
On Friday night DH and I went out for a late-night shopping trip to the local Target. That’s what Americans do on Friday and Saturday nights, go shopping at the big-box stores. We were gone for just over an hour between 9 and 10 PM. It just so happens that the landlords are away on vacation with the grandchildren for a horse show. The Landlord mentioned before leaving to “chase anyone away if we saw them.” Which didn’t seem out of the ordinary at the time. It wasn’t until the next morning that we noticing things were amiss. First thing in the morning DH noticed a dead animal just on the other side of our gate, which goes to the pasture and barns. After a closer inspection he noticed that it was a bunny and the head was missing. Here is the graphic part. It was cleaning severed, like an axe or large knife cut. It was a chilling site. Sick and unsettling. We barely even know anyone in the town and we certainly don’t have enemies, unless someone knew the landlords were going out of town, but even so who would place it directly in front of OUR gate. The entire day all I could think of was that poor bunny’s head and where it could be. It looks as though the bunny was caught and slaughtered elsewhere, before being deliberately placed at our driveway.
It wasn’t until last night that we noticed one of the gates, used to herd and move the cattle, was smashed and lying on the ground, like a large vehicle has powered through it. It kept making less and less sense. There are a limited number on entry points (gates) to the pasture, why would someone smash through one, but not the others?
I did a Google last night on beheaded bunnies and what I found was chilling. Although the stories were heartbreaking, I was relieved to know that the beheading of rabbits is a common act of vandalism, almost as universal as graffiti. One of the sites I found was 3Bunnies.org, an organization dedicated to the plight of rabbits. I read numerous news stories from across the U.S., Germany, the UK, and Ireland. It is common for bunnies, including family pets and prized show bunnies to be taken from backyard hutches, slaughtered and returned to the owner. For the most part, teenage vandals are responsible for these acts of animals cruelty, which include snipping ears off with scissors, hanging, poisoning, and disembowelment.
We are waiting for the landlords to return, before filing any report, but we have taken pictures of the carcass, in case we need to show anything to the authorities. It is an unbelievable site that the photos make too real. It’s a sick and sad thing that people across the world take the life of helpless bunnies, by removing the head, as a display of power.
ETA: We spoke to the landlords after they returned. They admitted it was strange, but the landlord declared that he would “bet the entire farm a person didn’t leave it there.” Their hypothesis is that the gate got damaged while he was bush-hogging and that the rabbit was probably killed by the bush hog. Of course we always wanted to believe that the rabbit was put there by some natural cause. I’m not sure if I buy their story, but if it’s the truth they accept, then I should be able too, even if it is just to calm my nerves.