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.