. . . reason number 156. At least.
I know, I know. They’re adorable, and furry, and soft. And they have to eat, right?
Well, I have had enough–it’s war. We disposed of at least 10 last summer; I always want to believe we’ve seen the end of them. I really should know better.
There is a family of at least three living under our deck right now. We have lattice-work panels under the deck, lined with chicken wire, to prevent just this scenario. But the deck has sunk a bit over the years and the bottom isn’t as straight as it once was, and now apparently the little fiends have found a way under there.
Ok, so I digress. Here is a photo of why I hate rabbits.
These are our cotoneaster shrubs. That’s not dappled sunshine on the branches, it’s actually missing bark. The rabbits have chewed the bark off multiple branches of every single shrub in the border. Well, we’ve been planning on pruning then anyway, but they’re going to have to be pruned pretty severely to get past the rabbit damage–like down to six inches or so.
We do have plans to fix the deck this spring, so we’re hoping that will help with our problem at least for next winter. Until then, it’s war.