DavidBarry

By DavidBarry

leveret

My Dad has been telling me for years about the leverets he sees from the windows of his house in the sticks, either early morning or late evening. Usually, I pay a visit in the middle of the day. So I invited myself over for the night, confidently expecting not to see one. But as soon as I arrived, Dad ushered me through to the kitchen to watch one munching grass a few yards away. I watched it (in fact we watched each other) for about half an hour or so before it lolloped off. I love hares.

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