April 9

Dawn Leaper

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In the old language they are always female, well feminine at least. This morning she crept from the sun burnished early nettles and picked her way across blue frost-spangled grass to graze away from Jack’s gaze. A throb of nervous energy, the hare leapt on an unseen impulse and shadow-boxed the ghost of night before flexing her legs in a dash to the distant hawthorn hedge.

Four marked the lie of the land at Brockholes nature reserve, taking in the liquid morning light, wearing it as a golden cloak, damp and dewy on earthy fur. Watching from the edges she emerged again, a firecracker of limbs and ear-twitch she rounded gracefully past the Jacks who sought to court her loveliness in the hoary meadows.

From ‘Common Ground‘ by Rob Cowen:

The hare, the hare-kin,
Old big-bum, Old Bouchart,
The hare-ling, the frisky one,
The way-beater, the white-spotted one,
The lurker in the ditches, the long eared,
The link away, the nibbler,
The scutter, the fellow in the dew
The animal in the bracken, the springer,
The swift-as-wind, the skulker
The shagger…

 


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  • Just love these Jason, gorgeous warm light contrasting with blue green frosty grass…..a very beautiful lady she is too.. ☺☺?

  • Jason these are amazing photos, thanks so much for publishing them here. It was great to see you a little recently and hope we can connect again soon. Have a very Happy Easter!

    • Thank you so much Brigit. And a huge thank you for sharing it on Twitter too. I want to get my Earthlight images to as many folk as possible and that really helps. xx

  • Such beautiful photos, thank you for sharing them! I saw my first hare in the wild recently when waiting for the badgers (who also showed up). I will be looking out more of your work, you have a fantastic talent.

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