This entry is for our volunteers -- Crazy Rabbit Man is on the prowl.

A few weeks ago I received a call from an agitated gentleman who, speaking in a fast, slurred monotone, said he "wanted to come get some rabbits."

I explained that my line was for emergencies only and that he should go on line to complete an application. "There's a whole process," I explained. "You can't just come pick up animals."

"Need rabbits, gotta have some rabbits," he continued repetitively, talking over my words.

That same night I was on my way to hear the wonderful "veggie vet" Holly Cheever speak about her 25 years advocating for animal rights. Her talk was preceded by a vegan potluck presented by Mid-Hudson Vegetarian Society. As I headed out to the event, in drove Crazy Rabbit Man.

He's in his 50s; drives a new silver 4-door vehicle. Perhaps a hybrid?

"May I help you?" I asked pointedly as I got out of my car, which I'd angled in front of him so that he couldn't go any further.

"Where are the rabbits? Rabbits gotta I need where are rabbits the rabbits?"

"Sir, we're closed, and you must leave. I told you on the phone that you can't simply come get rabbits. If you don't leave rioght now, I'm going to call the police."

Rabbit man mumbled on about red tape, turned around and left. I stayed at the top of the driveway for 15 minutes, suspecting he would return. He didn't.

About a week ago, Crazy Rabbit Man appeared in the barn, demanding rabbits in his rapid-fire monotone. He was told to leave.

He'll be back. Just a request to all volunteers: if you're the first to see him, don't waste time looking for staff if we're not in the barn. His plan is clearly to grab some rabbits and run. Call the police, and get Crazy Rabbit Man's license plate number.