My friend, Peter Rabbit

Beatrix Potter’s Peter Rabbit books form part of my earliest memories, and I always remember thinking that Mr McGregor was very unreasonable in chasing him out of his vegetable garden.  Times have perhaps changed.  Much as I hate to admit it, the signs do seem to point to rabbits as being my leek-eating culprits.

When I went to the allotment today to pick my stunted little leeks, I thought I was going to have a problem finding them, as the whole allotment was covered in a thick blanket of snow.

As it turned out, it was an easier job than I expected, thanks to the fact that someone, almost certain one of the local rabbit residents had been there before me, and scuffed up all the snow around the leeks.  Poor guy, I guess he was disappointed, as all the green bits of the leeks have been eaten already, and it seems that the white part of the leek is just a bit too tasty for a rabbit.

I took pity on him and his friends though, and put out the remaining endive plant for them.  What can I say, I’m a soft touch!  Next year, looks like I need to use some netting though…