*apologies to “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” – it’s had enough of a mauling the past few years. Or about time too, really.
Another visit from a young hare today, anyway.
They seem to like popping up and eating the grass near our living room window, despite dozens of acres of the stuff all around. I like to think they’re coming to say hello, although that does seem a bit unlikely.
I just finished reading another book about hares – this time, it’s “The Private Life of the Hare” by John Lewis-Stempel. His assertion that Ireland is in the UK aside (which is clumsy at best), it’s a nice collection of history, lore and verse about the little furry fellows. I’m in total agreement with him about the magic of them.