Every day I drive over to see Brá and Hetja (my 2 retired Icelandic mares). It’s a nice drive. One that I am very used to so no hardship.
Recently, I have spied this little chap sitting quietly a little away from the road. Most days, he’s there. Easy to spot.
I drove past and I thought today I would have a go at getting closer.
Mountain Hares are timid beasts – Lepus timidus – it seems a very apt name.
I left the car out of sight, and taking my camera, decided to clamber as quietly as I could around and over the peat-hags. Every foot step sounded like giants arriving.
I got closer and closer and still he sat.
I was lying on the peat hag by now ….. (this is the closest I have ever been)
…. and he knew I was there.
My luck ran out after I had taken some photos (more luck than judgement) and off he went to sit and think about who or what he had seen.
Nope, he was having none of this. He was off.
I watched him go wishing he had stayed longer but admiring his wonderful speed and agility.
And that was the last I saw of him today. I hope he will be there tomorrow. I wonder if I could tame him. I wonder if he would be my friend……… I could love him and hug him and call him George or Georgina if he is a she – I don’t know.