My friends did call my dad the "rabbit whisperer." He used to hunt with his beagles, then, when he reached his fifties, he gave that up. He'd run the dog in the woods, but...no gun. After that, when there were wild rabbit nests in the yard, he'd entertain us by making this squeaky noise that would actually cause the baby rabbits to come toward him when he did this! (Long as Ranger, our beagle, wasn't with him, that is!) Their tender little ears would shift toward him, little noses would twitch, and they'd make several tentative hops in his direction. They never approached him closely, but when they decided to move away, it wasn't quickly or in fear. So...last night I whispered "hi, Dad," during my last couplea rounds.