I mowed my yard yesterday evening, starting at the back for a change. On the second pass in my first section, out of the corner of my eye I saw a baby rabbit making its way into the neighbor's yard. I stopped to make sure it was ok, and on my way back to the mower, discovered to my horror that I had just mowed directly over its home--a burrow at the base of the first pecan tree I passed. I looked all around to make sure there was no indication that I had injured it, or any other rabbits, then went to the house to get my girlfriend. We both think there appeared to be two others still in the hole, breathing but still and unresponsive--I figure they were severely traumatized and possibly deaf, at least temporarily. The good news is, Ashley went out later after dark to check, and the burrow was vacant. Hopefully they had recovered and were out foraging. I saw one briefly this morning, but it made itself scarce because I had Flash, the black Lab, on a leash. Yikes. We encourage the birds, squirrels, and rabbits because we don't have a garden or any valuable plants, and they don't really hurt anything. I used to hunt, but I wouldn't want to harm an animal in that manner; I would have felt awful.