Summer
meadow among
long grasses sweet bedstraw
a slight depression barely hid—
hare’s nest.
Half-hidden
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Summer
meadow among
long grasses sweet bedstraw
a slight depression barely hid—
hare’s nest.
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What a wonderful world.
It’s wonderful hares have survived at all. The mother leaves the newborn babies out in the middle of a field all day with orders not to move. She comes back in the evening, feeds them and goes off again. The number of tiny baby bones and splashes of milk we’ve come across in the grass is heartbreaking.
What a cruel world. It either makes u tough or kills u.
Yup.
Hopefully well-hidden from the hunters…(K)
In theory they’re not around in the spring and summer. Not officially, but poachers will be poachers…
Thanks to God hare’s survived. Normally the will get in danger meowing the grass. Michael
That’s why it’s important to mow late in the season when the young ones are a bit more alert!
So true Jane! Hope most farmers will do so.
They don’t, but there’s less and less meadowland anyway. Fewer small farmers keep livestock and the big farmers feed the cattle high calorie pellets rather than grass, to build muscle and increase milk yield.
Yesterday i watched a documentary about his. Horrible to think on eating meat and drinking milk only from cows fed with chemical and gen manipulated food.
How we choose to poison ourselves isn’t what concerns me, it’s the animal abuse and mass slaughter that I can’t excuse. If people stuff themselves on red meat full of antibiotics and hormones and it kills them, tough.
I fully agree Jane! But i think we will get a change, very soon. Btw: Since some years i myself cant eat the meat offered here. There is no taste, its like straw.
Not surprising given the way it’s produced. Most people don’t care about the taste, they just want to be able to eat a lot of it.
Sorry, but i think its a case of decreasing mind, like drinking homebrewed beer. 😉 Our politicans need a lot .of dumb people.
The death of grey matter, doesn’t bode well for making sensible decisions 🙂
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