*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.
Hare in front of car 
Hare chilling in the grass 
Hare jogging on