Above: because I was not in the office today I went for a walk in the wood, the crows making their usual racket in the treetops above. At the point where the path starts to fall steeply I heard some rustling to my right, and saw a rabbit moving in the undergrowth. It came close to where I stood but seemed unconscious of my presence.
Watching the creature for a few minutes I realised it was blind, entirely preoccupied with finding grass to eat. Occasionally it stopped to rub the ruined remnants of its eyes. Probably (almost certainly) it had the horrible disease myxomatosis.
In the mild air and soft sunshine, among the wild woodland violets, it was dying.
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