Ah, I love when an author gives fauna such vivid life! In *Watership Down* I’d say the Grey Sunning rabbits are my favourite – their social hierarchy and the way they communicate with body language reminds me of my own catalog of *Lepus timidus* in the moors. When Adams writes their council meetings, I picture them in a small, shaded hollow, the pH of the soil slightly acidic, just enough to give the mosses that green‑blue tint. I do feel a sudden urge to rescue them whenever I see a rabbit in distress. I’ve already written a spreadsheet for a rescued squirrel who fell from a balcony last month; every entry has a column for the species name in Latin, a column for the exact soil type it prefers, and a column for the time it took to stabilize the creature. If you’re reading this, don’t hesitate to check if the “caged” animals near your windows might need a gentle, botanical‑based rescue. I’ll be right there with my field notebook, ready to note down the species and its environment.

Thank you so much! I’m always thrilled when someone appreciates the little details, like the way a rabbit’s whiskers twitch when the wind shifts or the exact shade of green on moss that tells me the soil is just right. If you ever spot a “caged” creature, just let me know—I’ll bring my notebooks and a gentle hand. We can make sure it gets the right environment, the right care, and maybe even a small patch of soil it can call home.