
The following is excerpted from The Hare by Jill Mason.
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Books written a hundred years ago suggest that leverets were quite easy to rear artificially, but modern opinion differ with those findings.
The poet William Cowper kept three Brown hares as pets: Puss, Tiney, and Bess. Despite their names they were in fact all males. Bess was always tame but died soon after he was fully grown. Tiney never did become tame and would strike our with his forefeet, grunt and bite if anyone tried to handle him. He lived until he was eight years and five months old and Cowper described him as being “the surliest of his kind.”
An account of his hares, written by Cowper himself, appeared in the Gentleman’s Magazine on May 28, 1784, and filled seven pages. He observed that they would investigate everything, using particularly their sense of smell. He recounts that they detested some people but were immediately attracted to a miller who visited. Presumably they were drawn to him by the pleasant smell of wheat and flour on his clothes.
Another person who kept a doe for more than two years recorded that he found her to be most active after dark and very sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure (changeable weather).
W.B. Yeats in his poem Two Songs of a Fool wrote, “A speckled cat and a tame hare eat at my hearthstone and sleep there.” There are other accounts of young hares being fostered on to cats feeding kittens, and of older hares living quite happily alongside pet dogs and even being taught to do tricks. J.J. Manley, author of Notes on Game and Game Shooting (1881), commented that “many of us have seen performing hares in the London streets,” although he himself had not been able to tame one.
See also the previous posts:
Epitaph on a Hare
Hare ’o the Tabor
The Year of the Hare
1 comment:
We have a tame hare - well to explain he or she has taken up residence in our garden and can be approached to as close as a couple of feet - we are delighted - the folklore of the hare makes us feel extra special that 'The Real Tommy Watson' (long story) has taken to us :)
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