There are feral Rabbits that live under a dead truck in the yard. They seem to be surviving the snow and cold nicely. Their tracks in the snow indicate they know where the food is.
The rabbits and I agree to dislike each other. I can tell, by the way the black one twitches his nose at me. He, (and I pray he's a he), has a friend that is white. Secretly, I hope the white one is the same gender. I can accept two feral gay rabbits much easier than the specter of a bunch of baby 'Thumpers'.
This is Alaska, for God's sake! Where are the hungry Eagles when I need them? A city dwelling Wolverine, perhaps. Too bad Moose are vegetarians. Unfortunately for me, Rabbits are not migratory animals. They seem to know paradise when they find it.
Wishing them away is not a solution. Like a B grade horror movie, I'm going to have to match wits with the 'Lepus'. No killer I, a trap shall have to be employed.
And thus begins another adventure...