Babies....

Today my friend Ronnie found, in Frances' garden, this baby Hare. Tonight the Mammy'll come by to feed her/him. And she has maybe one or two other babies in other locations where, like this one, they will stay very still till they grow up a bit, their Mammy only coming by to feed them. This way if a fox or cat or weasel finds one , he might not find the others. Isn't it astonishing how we creatures have evolved, in millions of years, out of awful experience and terrible necessity, practical caring and calculation (the mathematics of chance and probability) into our deepest, most desperate love, our vulnerable and defenceless children...