Heard a few cottontails, and a few black-tailed jackrabbits.
When I was about 17, or so, I was baling hay and saw a baby cottontail in the windrow.
Stopped the tractor, and tried to rescue the little guy. He bit the heck out of me!
Drew blood through my glove!
Thereafter, I'd just kick the little bastids out, and carry on.

I've always been a curmudgeon - now I'm an old curmudgeon.
~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~