It occurred to me that she might react aggressively if I accidentally got between her and her leverets, or could generally be more wary of me. I received my answer just before nightfall, when the hare slipped back into the house. She came straight up to me in the kitchen, rearing back on her hind legs and patting my thigh with her feather-light paws. I crouched down, and she leant her body against my side. She stayed close to me for a while before drawing away, in the process uttering her soft call once again.
