Man Get Out

May 1, 2022

With various work, family and campaigning responsibilities easing somewhat, this weekend finally saw me get some much-needed time in the garden. Sadly too late for some of my mangetout seedlings, which had suffered from a lack of regular watering in a sunny greenhouse.

Mangetout seedlings, some shrivelled

Hopefully, my bottle cloches will keep them safe until more permanent rabbit defences can be erected, which in turn will hopefully be before they have climbed out of their own accord. The problem with gardening as a busy person is that it’s time sensitive, but never sets a hard and fast deadline, and you never quite know when you’re going to tip over the line between ‘just in time’ and ‘too late’ …

Mangetout planted under plastic bottles.

Meanwhile the wee hare – not so wee, these days – remains the most chilled leveret we’ve ever had the privilege of hosting. Although it will startle out of its hiding place if approached too close, it doesn’t generally run too far but tends to stop and look at the interloper before ambling off (quite charming our substitute postwoman one day, who asked if it was a pet). This time, it decided that even though we were both busy in the garden, its hiding place in my forget-me-nots was good enough and stayed put for the morning while we took elaborate detours around it.

I mean, if you looked this cool, would you move?

Hare nestling in forget-me-nots

Your Late Season Hare

October 4, 2020

On a day when apparently the whole of the UK was being battered by Storm Alex, here in Bigtownshire it’s been rather suspiciously lovely – mild, dry, sunny, and I even had a tailwind uphill on my way home, which is unheard of in October. The other half was tempted out to do some strimming while he could – ‘while he could’, in this case, translating into ‘until he started up a baby hare’ because nobody wants to find a baby hare the hard way while strimming.

In this case, the leveret got itself safely away from the strimming monster but apparently struggled to get into the raised beds in a particularly adorable way. By the time I had come out, and the other half had got his camera out, it was safely ensconced under the broccoli.

meadow in June

There’s no real point to this tale except to show you this photo, really (irritatingly WordPress has switched to a new interface and has decided to make it so you can’t click on it and see it in all its glory [update it turns out I can make it work by editing the html …]). October is late for leverets of this size, but hopefully the weather will be mild enough for it to thrive, and it’s welcome to all the brassicas it can eat. Meanwhile, the strimming will have to wait.