We watch, in hope that they will re-appear each Spring. Wild Irish Hares have become scarce in some places but there are still a few around here. As long as intensive farming is in fashion, all wild animals will be vulnerable. But this week they were back, lolling around between the warm stones and the fresh herbs.
Your heart would leap when they gallop past the window, their long legs stretching them out to full height. It’s like seeing a furry sprite whizz past. They are drawn to the front of the house and after eating, they sit with faces turned to the sun. Living out of doors in grassy beds, not in burrows like rabbits, you have to wonder how they survive the long winter.
Their tiny leverets, have been placed between the flowerpots at our kitchen window, away from the danger of the open fields. They spend weeks there all alone, with the mother returning each evening to feed and check on them. So far this strategy has worked well and we have the pleasure of watching them grow up and fend for themselves.
And even though they are the same meditating hares that I have loved and photographed for years, I can’t resist their twitchy noses and smily faces, and the way they skitter down the path, to who knows where, when they’ve had enough….