Wytham Hare

Wytham Hare

I am really getting into the swing of photographing the bluebells and revelling in the solitude. I have been there for a good hour, since 05:00am (on a Saturday morning no less) and lining up yet another shot. Suddenly, over the rise bounds what looks to be a small dog. I was quite disappointed. I couldn't believe that someone would be walking their dog in such a tranquil spot at such an early hour of the morning. I stopped to observe. So too did this creature. He sat proudly, upright. Far more upright than a dog ever would, and those ears. Then it dawned on me. It was a hare. He had run along the path at quite a rate. It was almost as if he felt that he owned the wood. Stumbling upon me must have left him feeling most put out. So it was, that man stared at beast and I tried to get a few frames. It's a shame but my settings were for the scenery and not for animals and I didn't wish to fiddle around too much lest I scare him off, so the result is a little blurry but you get the idea. After about 15 seconds of consideration, he turned away from the path, jumped two feet in the air as if to vent his annoyance and bounded off into the forest. I got back to the job in hand, I was on a mission.