The rabbit turned and looked, challenging us, his small mouth twisting with each bite of our precious crop. They’d gotten stupider over the past few months. Or more desperate. Either way, we weren’t looking to feed all of God’s creation, not when we were barely getting fed ourselves.
Hordes of jackrabbits plagued already weary farmers during the Dust Bowl. Even before the drought, predators such as coyotes were killed off by the thousands as settlers sought to protect their livestock. With the natural system of checks and balances already off-kilter, the out-of-control jackrabbit population fought for survival by consuming any little of greenery they could find, including farmers' preciously meager vegetable gardens.
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