Jack has occasionally dined on baby bunny, but the one he caught yesterday did the right thing.
I saw Jack's tail wagging like a flag in a gale, so I knew he had something. Every time he picked it up, it screamed. Not a human-like scream; more like a squeaky toy at high volume. Jack played like a cat with its prey. He'd put the bunny down and turn his head to give it opportunity to escape, and then pounce on it again, and it would scream. This continued for some time, and I was saying to myself, Just finish it off, Jack. But he didn't. The bunny's screaming was too interesting.
This was happening outside the garden fence, so the bunny's choices for escape were limited to running back and forth. And then the amazing thing happened. A youngish rabbit came to the bunny's rescue! It crept close to Jack to make Jack switch his attention and give chase. When Jack went back to the bunny, the rabbit approached again. (I never had thought rabbits were brave.)
Finally the baby had its chance. It squeezed under the garden gate (just like Peter Rabbit) and was safe. Jack tore back and forth and around the garden, but he could not get in. The baby flopped down exhausted, that's the last I saw it. I don't know if an owl picked it up in the night or if it found its way back out under the gate. I hope it's still living; it's the cleverest bunny ever for using its voice to keep a dog too interested to make a kill.
This reminds me that sometimes I need to call out for help. And when I do, God comes more quickly to my aid than the rabbit did for the bunny.