A couple of years ago, a solitary bunny appeared in the garden and stayed for a few weeks. Last spring, the same thing happened but this time it was a little black one.
I assume he occupied the same burrow as the previous tenant under the safety of a dense, spiky grevillea.
We would see him out on the lawn each day, nibbling contentedly but never too far from his home.
I like to think he has found a new home and family out in the forest and not become a meal for a passing hawk.