a wild hare
a wild hare
In Pathankot, one day our orderly brought me this little baby hare- found on the golf course around our house - so tiny he fitted on the palm of my hand. This beautiful creature- I had no idea how or what to feed him- started with cotton dipped in milk. He obviously found that fine coz he grew to be a full sized wild hare who followed me about in the house. He tugged at my nighty when we sat for meals begging for a bite. Dusty, was a little cocker spaniel pup who had arrived in a basket just before this. Now here was this retriever and hare living in perfect harmony. Dusty was always so jealous that if I fed the hare a bit of grass Dusty ate it as well, so as not to be left out!!! The hare would get active at night and would jump and leap across beds and our tummies in the middle of the night. Then one day he ventured out in the garden and was chased by a cat- he couldn’t believe it- I mean he lived with a dog- why would a cat want to get him. But she gave him a gash to remember her by- I went running to our Regiment doc and after a little cleaning up he was as good as new. The hare not the doc!
After this incident we decided he should be introduced back into the wild and so he was let out in the evenings to the golf course. He would go for an hour and be back, then a couple of hours, then a night out, and a few- then he didn’t come back for a couple of months. We were sure he had adjusted well to his life in the open.
One evening at dusk we were sitting outside our room there appeared a hare barely discernible in the growing darkness. I whispered to my hubby - could that be him? Got on my knees and called out to him – and slowly he loped closer – I kept calling him – closer he got- and then jumped into my lap- I hugged him and petted him- he bounded away and I never saw him after that. Ummm……… I think he came for a goodbye hug?