Hare

Or maybe hares?

Singular in my case though, as Bobby flushed one out of the Hinnington hedgerow I waxed lyrical about some months ago, and the poor thing damned near tripped over my feet.

I say poor thing, but it was massive and lolloped off like Usain Bolt but much, much quicker, with Bobby chasing it from the other side of the hedge.

I'm not aware of ever having seen a hare before we moved up here. So it remains a real treat.


A buzzard sat hunting from our electricity wires this morning also...


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