Custard was bouncing around wanting to go and have a look, so I opened the front door and let him into the garden. Something was going on in the far corner - the shrubs were thrashing around like crazy - but Custard couldn't get right in there.
The screeching continued, so I went out of the garden for a closer look. There I saw a cat making a hurried exit (well done Custard!), and went to have a closer look to see what it had attacked and if it was OK.
There was movement in a patch of grass...
I looked closer...
What on earth?
It was a weasel! (Not the one in the photo, sadly). And he was clearly very angry (but no longer screeching). As I watched, he shook himself, looked around and then scampered off into the undergrowth, apparently unharmed by his ordeal. I know these sorts of animals have a reputation for being able to look after themselves, but the size difference was a bit extreme.
I don't know if he is a new resident or just passing, but it was great to see him. If he is a resident, I hope he learns to avoid cats in the future!
Keeping with the animal theme, we had a near miss with the rabbits too. A moment's lapse while cleaning their runs saw Blossom (a female who is in season) break into the run where Bubbles, our male, lives.
She went straight to him and introduced herself.
What did he do?
Like a lot of guys who meet a very forward female, he ran and hid!
We quickly returned her to her own run, but are now a bit more at ease about what might happen if she breaks in again while we aren't there.
"Breeding like rabbits", like all generalisations, seems to have its exceptions!