The Lower Apple was already occupied this morning (both Karen and I got a bit of a later-than-usual start) so we cooked a bit in the Upper Apple.

Brownie helpfully scoped out the situation for us first -

and then seemed to be saying, "You're getting in there?"

Later this morning it appeared that Brownie had "tabled" another critter today.  This first shot was taken through the kitchen window screen -

but even when I went outside for a clearer shot 

I did not disturb his concentration.

Than, sadly, not long after we found this, and though no one saw what happened we're assuming the bunny's demise had "something" to do with Brownie.   It was still warm, with a little blood seeping from its nose, and appeared to have had its neck broken - by violent shaking?

That bunny couldn't have squeezed underneath the table, could it???