Mother Hare Majestic
Ever since Majestic was tiny she has spent days and days away exploring the mountains and glens and forests. At first she was scolded by her mama for staying out in the open overnight, and returning home shortly after dawn, cold, bleary eyed, tufty furred and tired, but when mama realized that her leveret was not going to change she then helped Majestic prepare for her longer trips away.
Together they went over the most nutritious snacks at different altitudes and where the best place for shelter would be in bad weather. Mama knew a lot infact and Majestic was so happy to have such a good teacher.
And one day she asked mama, suspiciously, whether mama herself had not been a similar wayward baby out exploring and learning? Why ofcourse I was, replied mama, with a small smile, but she told her baby that she was also taught well by her mama about the best foods to eat, what animals were not friendly to hares and how to read the weather. And now she was passing this important knowledge down to her, as Majestic would also do for her own babies. Well, on hearing this Majestic wrinkled her small nose and pouted a little – babies! she cried, I’m not having babies mama! and mama gave another small smile as they went over to look at some appealing but dangerous red berries.
Well, many, many moons later it turned out to be true – Majestic was just not into babies and whenever any of her friends tried to bundle their little swaddled loads on to her for some leveret-sitting duties she made sure to hot foot it out of there fast! But as the babies got bigger and started to explore Majestic could see them eyeing her as she went off on her treks, and then they would be at the edge of the glade, pretending to play an interesting game, on her return. Only to abandon the ball or book or toy when she loped past them.
Soon she was being asked in very small voices ‘can I come too’? because the smaller the voice the more daring and forward the question. The older babies at least had a little social decorum about themselves but the tiny ones, well, they just to wanted to join in the fun! And anything outside the perimeter of the glade had to be more fun, much more fun, because to the inexperienced danger always meant fun.
So, slowly, over time, Majestic found herself being aunty-chaperone to one or two, or three or four little leverets. With their mother’s permission ofcourse! And her treks away were now teaching excursions with lots of laughter and annoyance and hindrance and amusement, as babies can only be! And her treks were beginning to be booked up months in advance, and the other mothers were already planning for their youngest’s first outing, and we are talking about unborn youngests here!
Majestic is looking forward to resting cosily on your armchair by the French doors. They have to be left ajar at all times mind, as she will out first thing before dawn and home late in the evening. And if she has a trip on she won’t be back for a day or two or three, depending on the age of the youngest in the group and how far their tiny legs will take them.
Plus she will also have to take some supplies with her so she’ll need access to your kitchen and store room too, and cookie jar as well, and on her return she loves nothing better than to have her sore feet rubbed. So make sure you have an hour free a few times a week thanks.
And she hopes you know how to massage furred hare feet. It’s not just rub rub here and there, oh no, it’s a learned and intricate process where the tendons and tiny muscles are warmed and stretched and cajoled into relaxing and letting go. If you have no idea about any of this then please ask her mama to stop by and show you the ropes.
And put those pots of balms and crèmes away, goodness me! this is furred feet we are talking about here, not naked pinky things like you humans have! And just keep one last thing in mind – yes, hare feet are sensitive and ticklish too, so if you get booted to the other side of the room as you are rubbing away then please don’t take it personally okay! You would have tweaked a nerve that’s all.