Where is the CSI crew when we need them? As the dogs and I crossed the field on the return leg of our morning walk, there it was, all by itself. Not another trace remained of the original owner.
“Looky!” says I to Himself, holding out the fluffy object, pinched, chopstick fashion between two Broom Sedge straws. “Found it in the field – A Tail of Woe and Intrigue!”
“Are you sure it’s really a tail? Not just a tuft?” says he.
“ A tuft? No, no – tail. Definitely a tail.”
“Is there a bone in it?”
“What? You demand proof? Here, you feel for a bone then . . . . Oh, never mind. I’ll do it.”
And of course there were bones – Oh, Ye of Little Faith!
So, back to the REAL question: WTF? (That’s “Where’re the feet,” Philistines.) The last time I found disembodied rabbit remains, there were little paws along with the tail – i.e. all the least fleshy bits were left behind. This predator must have been awfully hungry!
But perhaps it wasn’t a successful hunt. Perhaps one of our nesting pair of Red Tail Hawks pounced and missed?
An incomplete tail -- we'll never know (unless we happen to spot a tailless bunny running around).
