When I put the leveret down after feeding, it would run around the room and climb over my legs, its stomach taut and bulging. I then saw that a hare’s tail is not the round fluffy cotton ball of a rabbit, but a long stub that it can flick from side to side, fold underneath its hindquarters when it sits or extend out behind it when it lies down. Coated above in shaggy grey hair, its underside was a brilliant white.
