A commotion was heard in the garden. The chickens were shouting, the sparrows yelling. There was another noise too. Something in distress. I went to the back door to investigate. A stoat was watching me from the wall, just 15' away. As it scurried away I spotted poor Peter Rabbit motionless in the grass at the bottom of the wall. A small wild leveret rabbit. Not a pet. Broken neck, dead, but not yet cold. A fresh kill. A stoat had at least two of these young rabbits from our garden last year. Nature is harsh.