A few years back I spotted a stoat popping its head out of a rabbit hole. Waited for a bit and it kept sticking its head out, having a quick look and darting back down. Eventually a largish rabbit came along and sniffed the hole, backed away with a weird movement and sat on (what I think was) her haunches. A few other rabbits gathered around this hole obviously wise to what was going down, which was the young being eaten by the stoat.
After a short time a few little rabbits returned with what can only be described as a hard-looking mutha of a rabbit, not too dissimilar to that nasty shit in Watership Down. Anyway, he (I assumed) stood by the hole surrounded by quite a few varying sizes of rabbits gathered in a semi circle. The stoat popped its head up again but this time he stayed there. The hard bastard rabbit took on a challenging pose – head right down like a bull about to charge, bent at the legs, getting ready to pounce or just tooth-ram the hapless stoat.
The stoat was a wily bugger, though, and was having none of it. He jumped out of the hole and straight at the big’un; the crowd parting like Moses at the Red Sea with the big bugger leaping right over the lightning fast stoat. Epic stand off but sadly before I owned a camera.
Sadly the mother sat by the hole all evening look pretty cut up about the whole thing.