shagging rabbits

In my eternal quest to keep my garden free of rabbits I occasionally line up the sights of the air rifle on any flopsy, mopsy or cotton tail foolish enough to come within range. This afternoon, they not only came vaguely within range but they were actually shagging, like, well - like rabbits.

And no, I couldn't carry out the ultimate coitus interruptus, so I left them to it. I'll pay though when there are hundreds of the little fiends raping and pillaging my meagre kitchen garden.