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LOL.. For some reason, I have this image of you on the lawn with your banjo and a video camera, directing Charlotte and the Buns in an all animal version of ‘Deliverance – The Musical’……

I swear, I need SERIOUS pychiatric help……. 😉

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vR41tykr7xs

ha! I made it as far as the first production number…

Looks like somebody got after it with a stick. Or (ahem) a shovel…

… or a photoshop.

No, no…no Photoshop! Oh, well, yes…I had to make it monochrome and those little boxes and all.

Here’s the unedited video.

Or a mower. Rabbits tend to hunker down when one approaches. If the grass is tall, whoever is using the mower probably won’t see it. Or even care if he does. Dead bunnies were a frequent occurrence when they mowed hay at the neighboring farms. This one MAY have gotten lucky.

“I guess they don’t associate banjo music with human activity.”

Who does?

UB – SOUTHERN RELIGIOSITY NUTTERS…….

(I never cared for the word NUTTERS, it sounds like people running around with garden shears trying to castrate every guy they can find….)

Thank you Uncle Badger. You beat me to it. I do however seem to associate banjo music with arrows thru the head.

Damn you, Steve Martin! <shakes fist>

Video of the banjo playing and bunny frolicking, Sweas, or it didn’t happen. 🙂

It’s like the Disney Kool Aid Acid Test.

Or the Country Bun Jamboree. 🙂

Xul – i was thinking jambalaya…..

best wishes

the keymaster….. 😉

OK…

Fox, coyote, traps, ravens and… sorry to say, your own kind, prey on the critters.

No offense, but they are, to my mind, barely above rodents…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagomorpha

Good eats….just no fat.

Bring your banjo to my erhu and accordion festival.

You’ll fit right in.

A Badger, or perhaps a fox.

I figure it may have been a dog, cat, or weasel – but was probably the Rabbit of Caerbannog.

Looks like trap damage – although it could be ‘myxomyosis’ kicking in.
I have seen similar damage to rabbits hit by RCD haemmoragic fever that we were brewing up … the next generation were a bit defective for a bit.

Could be CJD/Scrapie … they get a bit like that in the sheep – not that NZ ‘officially’ has scrapie – of course not!

A recommend lead poisoning as a cure – just to be sure.

Hey, hey hey! Steve Martin won the Grammy for Best Bluegrass Album of the year last time out, beating out Bela Fleck, who produced Steve’s album. The man is a pretty fair composer, a pretty good Scruggs-style picker, and a very good clawhammer/frailing-style player as well. And actually, his shtick goes back to the pre-bluegrass, old time string band days when the banjo player was expected to be the band’s comedian a la Grandpa Jones or Stringbean. Got his start doing gigs at Disney Land.

Younger daughter informs me Steve Martin and his current bluegrass band played some big event on the 4th in DC, Now mind you, this is a guy with mucho accolades (and serious coin) made as both an actor and director in the movie “business.” Kudos for him for going back to what is obviously a first love.

If you need to administer a coup de graçe to bunnies on a regular basis, you should buy an air pistol. You could even wear it in a nifty shoulder holster.

As for your battle-scarred bunny, I’d reckon a glancing blow from a car might well be the cause. Mark Matis is right, though. I’ve seen rabbits, or rather the somewhat sorry remnants of them, after they’ve gone through a hay baler. And combines are notorious for mincing wildlife.

Ooh! That reminds me – as of last Friday, it is now legal for me to shoot my air pistol on my little lot in a development so long as I take care to not allow the projectile to cross the property line, local regulations not withstanding. New state (VA) law. I’ve got a 5′ retaining wall in the back yard, with a 6′ solid fence behind that, so time to tack a target to a cardboard box and pump up the old Benjamin bolt-action .17 caliber.

Still can’t blaze away with the revolvers, though… Pity.

Exactly right, Mike C. One of the (many) reasons Earl Scruggs is beloved of banjoists is that he represented a decisive break with that comic tradition.

Hell no, we won’t put the clown noses back on!

I have never been able to stand Steve Martin, although I concede he has talent – rather -abilities. Perhaps it’s because I first saw him in 1972 appearing at my college as a nobody.
At that performance he did indeed play the banjo with an arrow through his brain (sic) but it’s the big rubber penis he put on his nose that left me with a distaste for him.
Even in his funniest movies I suddenly see his face as wearing it, and the humor evaporates… as I’m reminded what a dildo he is.

Yes, even baby bunnies love banjo music. I think that makes it unanimous.

I want your life. Banjo, chickens, weasels, kitties, bunnies, badgers and all. Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. Including time to lounge about and enjoy them. Stress is my middle name at the moment. 😉

P.S. Steve Martin is a very funny and talented man. Except when he’s not.

Concur with the lawnmower diagnosis.

There is truly such a thing as a great lottery of life. A bun is going to be converted into a bun salad by a Briggs&Stratton 4 HP motor.

4 chooks, each equipped with titanium beak implant, new porcelain hips, LASIK vision correction, botoxed skin, feather implants, pedicured claws and poop-chute tuck will receive proper Christian burial under white marble mausoleum with everlasting propane torch sometime in 2028-29.

I’m getting sick of latinos.

After conducting detailed analysis, I have come to the conclusion that almost all of them are sub-human vermin.
They multiple their numbers without restraint, they are moderately to seriously mentally retarded, and have the most disgusting personal habits and smells.

They are economic parasites, and only so because the USA is too weak to jack-boot them into extermination facilties.

I think I need to make a virus that is like RCD for rabbits, but for latinos.

I’m pretty sure they probably feel the same way about you.

Yeah, I know, DNFTT.

RE “Oceania”…

You get my nomination for the dumbest comment I’ve ever read here… Seriously.

And no, I’m not latino.

Let us think upon happier things: my friend Lisa’s lost Schnauzer turned up in a neighbour’s yard; I fixed a tricky bug in fifteen thousand lines of code with three keystrokes; it didn’t rain this afternoon; I had pizza for lunch, while drinking micro-brewed ale with a buddy; bargirl Wendy’s pink bra-clad embonpoint was (or were?) a thing of joy and beauty, And on Friday I’m going to the beach, to eat fresh-caught seafood for four days.

Sometimes I just don’t know how I haul myself out of bed in the morning.

Heh. Y’all just keep making me turn off my TrollBlocker software to see who has done what THIS time…

My name is Iago Montoya. You insulted my father. Prepare to die.

Ooooooo! Looks like we gots us a candidate for the Dead Pool!

Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch maybe?

I’m with Oceania on the trap damage. Machinery mangles only one side of the rabbit (ask me how I know this) but a trap or snare will make symmetrical wounds. Look at the left and right flanks of that rabbit … wounds are the same shape and in almost the same position.
Do NOT try to send a bunny to that Great Warren in the Sky with a .177 air pistol unless you could beat Annie Oakley in a shoot-out. Use a .22cal air RIFLE in ‘projectile meet cranium’ mode, the only way to ensure no suffering for the ex bunny.

Having tried as large as .366″ diameter 285 grain medication traveling at 2,550 fps at muzzle (my bear/red stag handloads) on bunnies, I have nothing but good things to say about RWS Nobel 5 grain .177 hollow base lead “cups” to send towards furry miscreants. Yes, you will forfeit the carcass (which few people really want anyway). What you’ll gain is the screeches that attract bunny eaters and also, perhaps more importantly, fouling up of the warren when the bun decomposes there. Yessir, full pass-through, that piddly thing does not bounce off.

When disposing of big town Pope&Young class rats, I used to be obsessive about head shots. That was silly and stopped quickly. Many rats littered high traffic areas – es no bueno – looked like Camus’ Plague re-enactment. Gut shots (oftentimes there was plenty of time to pack 2 pellets from a break-action Gamo Hunter rifle) was the way to go. I probably killed +1,500 rats that way over 7 years. Excellent exercise in situational awareness (synchronizing trigger pull with external factors).

Suffering of non-sentient beings carries little if any weight around here. Please stop this nonsense, Chicken Farmer… do I need to beg forgiveness for killing weeds as well? They wilt slowly, and were not Mirandized either.

I’ve shot probably 22,000+ rabbits in my time pest destruction. Holiday jobs … 1000’s of rounds, different weapons.

FMJ 22 LR just punch neat holes through them, and break their bones. Hollow points deposit a bit more cavity energy, whilst Winchester HyperX are a bit more cracky and deliver excellent accuracy and expansion out to about 250m. The 0.17 are nice, however its not cost effective.

It didn’t matter what you did. You’d shoot one. The whole mountain would move with thousands. You’d see another, and another … they would keep coming .. waves of rabbits.
You’re ammo would run out … and you could even stomp them to death underfoot .. but they kept coming!

Bit like armies of horror clowns tumbling out of VWs … oh the nightmare.

Then there was RCD … and the shooting stopped overnight.
There were no rabbits. All the front lines fell silent.
They were ‘ethnically cleansed’ by RCD. You couldn’t eat them out of fear, nor feed them to your pets.

There were at least 7 human losses attributed to RCD. Pulpmary haemorrhagic.
But.
The war was won, and the rabbits lost. NZ became a green land again, free from the rabbit plague.

The Rabbits were virtually wiped out over night by a tiny virus, tweaked and delivered by man, and obtained from a Chinese Army biological weapons outfit.
Actually, it was just one man, who will remain nameless, but not a forgotten hero. Piles of corpses littered the countryside … the death toll was horrific – and final.

The war was won not by shooting, not by new, or old bullets, not by 1080 on carrots dropped from the air, or generations of people struggling.

It was won by a cheap tiny virus.

Now Peblo. Illegal Mexicans and MCD 🙂 🙂 🙂