Hares behind Hundon

Hares behind Hundon

Farmers used to burn off the stubble at the end of harvest, until the fire in one field grew out of hand and spread to some nearby woods. In another case, dense smoke from a field billowed across a main road like a thick black fog causing some accidents, and after that parliament banned the practice. Thereafter, they generally buried the stubble with deep ploughing, but even that seems to have gone out of fashion now. In the fields round us, farmers merely seem to flatten the stubble with the harrow, then plant the seed through it. Now the new crop is pushing up in neat green rows between the rotting remains of last year's crop. This must be more efficient, and leaves the fields a deep russet but dirty ochre, rather than the heavy brown loam of the bare soil. This is much better for we walkers too, for they often ploughed their deep furrows right into the footpaths, making it hard to walk even round the edges of their fields. Now the land is quite flat and hard after the long dry spell, and the walking is pleasant and easy.

Walking the dogs in the fields behind us, two hares were chasing each other in the spring sunshine enjoying last year's stubble. They were the other side of the field before I could point my camera, so could only be taken on the highest magnification, blurred and shaky, yet still worth capturing to remember a moment of nature's freedom. Seeing the speed of their race, I can well understand the saying, "run like a hare!" Country people used to set dogs coursing after hares, but it must have taken a fast breed of dog. Perhaps that's what the whippet and greyhound were bred for; they still chase a hare on the dog tracks. These dogs are called sighthounds, for they rely on visual pursuit rather than chasing a scent like foxhounds. Our Bronte is a scent dog. Whenever M-A has visited, Bronte picks up her scent, sniffing the path and following hoping to see her again. But it will be some months before that happens.

This afternoon, I asked my granddaughter to draw me a rainbow to celebrate the NHS. This evening, true to her word, she posted it through our letterbox, complete with clapping hands! Thank you so much - we love it, and it is going to get pride of place in our front window.

Rainbow over Hundon