On The Good Dying Young

It’s sad when the good die young but it happens too often, except in my yard. Lately, I’ve had a hare chewing the leaves off some of my seedling fruit trees. I hate that. Today, one of the grand kids found a dead hare in my yard, probably a victim of the neighbour’s prowling Siamese cat. I’ve seen the cat several times. It’s a hunter, and, apparently a killer. Maybe it’s a vegetarian… I found no wound on the hare although a canine to the neck doesn’t need to draw much blood. The hare was perhaps half grown and encountered the cat at ambush. It’s all good. One less hare to feed this winter…

About Robert Pogson

I am a retired teacher in Canada. I taught in the subject areas where I have worked for almost forty years: maths, physics, chemistry and computers. I love hunting, fishing, picking berries and mushrooms, too.
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