Now I know why a group of crows is called a murder.

A mother rabbit made a nest in my raised garden bed, in the middle of my chives. We watched in horror from the window as a crow swooped in, stabbed furiously with its beak and flew away with a squirmy baby. And came back again and again, with the mother chasing after it from the ground.

There are no babies left in the nest. It's been three days and she's still sitting there.

I think we're done with the chives this season.