Hares are brilliant to draw, big gangly things with googly crazed eyes. Years ago a hare used to visit my parents garden. We called it Hector. He'd let you get so close to him you could literally step on him. I think he was very old, and possibly senile - certainly didn't act in a way likely to prolong his existence.
Where I live now is great for hares. If you walk through the flat fields on the Fylde Coast in late winter you're likely to see 50 or more.
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