For the next month, I watched the hare feed, protect and discipline her leverets. In the early morning light, they played in the flower bed amid the lavender and the roses, tumbling over each other and delicately nibbling at the flowers. As the sun rose, they disappeared, each to their own form in a different spot in the garden. Any time one of the three made an unauthorised foray during daylight hours, the mother hare pounced fiercely, diving at the offending leveret with outstretched paws, until it ducked back into its hiding place.
