Pssst! Hey, get me outta here!
Thanks to some of our community minded gardeners, she was caught, placed in very nice enclosure donated by a local business, and fed well with fresh carrots from the gardens and rabbit chow. Her nickname, Little Shirley, was in honor of the gardener where her cage was kept. We know she enjoyed being let out of her cage to jump around and create burrows because she became quite skilled at running away, as in "Noooooo, I'm not going in that cage!".
I used to see the bunny in the mornings, sitting in her box. By the time I left, she would be completely out of her box. I would catch her peering at me intently, surely wanting to be let out.