Spring has arrived. Cottonwood trees are budding, green grass is trying to make it's was up through the dried grasses of last year and...
The boys are standing guard. Yes the proud papas of this years baby wild hares are watching over their territory. Guarding holes and warning of approaching danger. They are a motley crew, with their scars proudly displayed from their battles.
This time of year there is not a mama wild hare in sight during the day, I think they are all down their holes tending the babies that have arrived this spring. I love to think Merry's long white hair is softly lining their nests.
These brave papa's sit patiently all day long, not moving, I can get fairly close, the camera lens adds the last few feet, and they will just sit and look me in the eye, as if saying "that's close enough, no further, shush, be quiet, the babies are sleeping."
Spring just doesn't bring new birth above the ground. There is life, softly nestled below.
To all those holes in the ground....
~Deb
*Last time in Barn Stories: Shedding Time
