I saw the hare pressed up against the wall in the narrow gap between the curtain edge and the bookcase, nosing something at her feet. Not long after, the hare left the house and washed herself at length just outside the door. I watched as she then eased her way into the middle of the sage bush, plucking ravenously at the young green leaves. As I considered what she might do next, she sprang in long bounds towards the end of the hedge nearest the fruit trees, and sank into the deep cover, out of sight.
