I visited some friends in a northern suburb of Sydney on Australia Day, and as I pulled up outside their house, I noticed a small collection of people gathered around a patch of nature strip, their lips scrunched into pouts, camera phones pointed at the grass.
As I got closer, I saw the subject of their coos- a tiny, white bunny sitting happily by itself, not bothered by passing cars or the people looming tall around and over it.
Why was such a young, domestic-looking rabbit alone and outside, and why were people simply watching instead of trying to catch it to return it to its doubtless-panicked owner?
