It’s Spring. Everything has come alive and is in blossom, from the daffodils to the tulips and anemones, to the cherry and pear trees. Everything is looking amazing and the forest floor is as a sea of bluebells.
Thumps has grown and keeping him at night in a large cardboard box with a small cardboard box as a ‘bedroom’ is no longer an option. During the day, he’s been enjoying the sunshine in a 1.5 meter by 1.5 meter wire cage made out of a wooden pallet which has so far, allowed him to run, eat grass and field flowers and enjoy the sunshine within safety from birds of prey and any other lurking animal that might enjoy Thumps as a tasty morsel.
I knew his ‘box’ had become too small when, one evening at bedtime, I kissed the top of his head and placed his furry little body into his box so that he could go into his bedroom and snuggle into my scarf. He wasn’t having any of it. He reached up and tried to climb up my sleeve. No! (my poor heart was melting fast). I picked him up, snuggled him a bit more, added a few more kisses and put him back in the box. Our clever little boy jumped onto the roof of his ‘bedroom’ and straight out of the box.
So we took out his ‘bedroom’ and put it on the floor, put some fresh food into a seed tray lined with straw and left him to it – he had full run of the downstairs area of the cottage. Which, as the cottage dates back to the 18th Century, is not huge. He obviously had a ball because the next morning, we were met with little puddles of pee and small black poops in many corners and on the couch where he gets fed. We needed a better plan!
A visit to the Agricole shop bought us a hay bale, a kitty litter tray, a cat carrier box and a few roles of wire.
For a few nights, all seemed a bit better as my new decor consisted of bright lime green seed trays lined with roller towel and straw in two of the places that were his ‘go to’ toilet spot and a large kitty litter tray, also lined with straw placed next to his new bedroom, a kitty carrier with lots of straw and my scarf. All seemed well and this morning, no pee was to be found, just one or two stray little black poo-balls which are really inoffensive and as easy to sweep up as the straw and stray dandelion leaves that have also become part of my new cutting edge decor.
During the evenings, Thumps is a great source of entertainment and often, the film is paused or whatever we’re doing is put on hold while we watch his antics. Ted, with a little firm persuasion and long hours of training is fairly easy with Thumper now, but very jealous and will do anything to have a bite (or steal the entire thing when we’re not looking) of Thump’s apple or try and take a swig of milk while Thumps is drinking. That in itself is really funny to watch, this furry small ‘bear’ of a dog and a tiny hare trying to drink from the same hamster feeder! But as long as we give Ted as much love and attention as we do Thumps, so far – we’re learning to all live together – with the Beloved and I tip-toeing around the cottage in case Thumper leaps out from under the furniture.
This morning, with blue sky and a chorus of birds, we decided to put some fencing across the two ends of our garden which just consisted of picket fencing and gates. The rest is a hedge, with small fencing inside the hedge so that was ok. After a few lady-like swear words, more than a few fingers hurt with a left-handed wielding hammer and one or two moments of stupidity, I got my bit done and the Beloved came to help as he had long finished his bit with ease. All looked pretty good and we opened the kitchen door.
It didn’t take long before our new cautious houe companion came to the door, stuck his nose in the air and made a few tentative steps towards the garden with open sky, birds singing, Tass waiting and warm sunshine. In true hare style he meticulously inspected his borders. Every centimeter. And then he charged.
Legs in the air, ears flapping, tail twitching, he swirled and pirouetted his way across the grass. Bucking like a horse, kicking his legs back, flipping his little body, he whirled here and there and through the shrubs and after five or so spontaneous dancing, he found a spot in the sand below the chives, made a hollow and lay spent in the warm sun, snoozing for the rest of the afternoon in lazy abandonment. Our dear little boy had found a spot in the garden to be a true hare.
At about four o-clock, the Dear One and I sat on the grass watching Thumps nibble here and there. Then all of a sudden, Thumper took himself off, through the kitchen door and into the cool of the house where he waited for some milk, some cuddles, more kisses and then, after licking my hand and returning the kisses, fell asleep on my lap.
What a day!
Till Next time, big bisous and take hare..sorry care
Oh and we made another card Thumps and I….