This little lad stands in the formal gardens at a place I find beguiling and unique: Burton Agnes Hall & Gardens.
He cradles at his shoulder, a rabbit, holding it firmly, with ownership by its ears and yet with affection too. You can tell his rabbit is his favourite thing. He stands at the end of a corridor created by shaped Yew trees toward the back corner of the garden, where he's easy to miss. Spotted with lichen and subtly carved, I wonder how many people who do see him there, don't detect he's holding a rabbit.