Every field had a hare or two in it. Across a distant field I could see a hare busily running around, possibly a doe visiting her leverets which she will have positioned at a distance from each other, to reduce the risk of a predator wiping her young out in one swoop.
I stood watching two hares loping around a small paddock. One came out on to the driveway, and unaware of Tilly and me, it started to come towards us. Tilly kept stock-still. The hare suddenly realised we were only several yards apart and stopped, had a little think, turned round and retraced its steps before stopping by the road for a minute or two.
We carried on, passing a patch of coltsfoot which are now showing their seedheads. On the way home I saw more hares and a group of deer, quietly grazing on the edge of the wood. I tried to think of the best word I can use to describe what I feel when I see a hare. They are a particular passion of mine and having sifted through a number of words in my head, considering the emotion each conveyed to me, I decided in the end that the word 'joy' covers it perfectly! Pure and simple joy.