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Here hare here

10 June 2020 by Simon Barnes 2 Comments

June 7

The thing about hares is that they are really good at running away. It’s the one big thing they know. Speed is at the heart of a hare’s world: the certainty that they can outrun and out-turn anything that lives.

Turn a corner, enter a field with two or three hares in it: and at once the field is a festival of speed, of vanishing sprinters. 

There’s a field half a mile away where, before the corn grows big, I often see half a dozen or more hares – always from about 300 yards. They’re comfortable with that.

I have watched their spring games, and they’re all about speed: chase me, chase me – and then leap and tumble and scuffle, all part of the March madness. They don’t mind me watching: they have speed and distance on their side.

On Sunday evening I took a stroll round the marsh. It had been raining on and off for most of the day. I turned a corner of our nice, new-mown path, came on a hare – and stopped at once. The hare froze too, huge feet doubled beneath it, like Usain Bolt waiting for the B of the Bang.

And then it unfroze. And, of all things, nibbled. Fed on the vegetation. Unworried. I moved a little closer. We held this for a while, until he cantered into cover.

So I walked on, round another corner – and there he was again. So we did it all over again. Both froze. Hare nibbled. Human advanced. Both froze. Hare nibbled… eventually, the hare decided I was getting cheeky and — lolloped away.

He didn’t streak or sprint and gallop or race or dash. He didn’t even canter. Just easy, confident strides at an easy, confident lollop. I measured the distance: he had let me within 15 yards, and for about five minutes, and even when I got too closely he only lolloped.

Humans present no danger on this tiny bit of land, and hare and human both know it. A hint, just the tiniest hint of trust, in the wet June air.

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  1. Angela Hewitt says

    11 June 2020 at 9:05 am

    nice story. Thank you

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  2. Diane says

    11 June 2020 at 9:11 pm

    WOW!!!!! I’m speechless…..although I once had a similar experience with a fox…….incredible, it wanted me to follow him….

    Reply

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