We’ve got hares at the bottom of our garden. Sometimes I raise my head from the screen, my eye caught by a hint of movement, and I’m looking at the black tips of a hare’s ears. We’d lived here for five years before the hare showed up last summer. This was surprising: it’s not hare country. They prefer what we in Norfolk amusingly refer to as higher country: meadows and well-drained arable fields.

Source: The Times March 31, 2018 22:52 UTC