and I love this ring too 'black with a twist'
and around my wrist I see a pair of wings,
Mother Hare Enamour
Enamour is a very beautiful hare and she has turned quite a few heads, especially with her red speckly muzzle, not that she notices because she has eyes only for the tasty berries in the bushes.
And she is not a mama in the mama-plus-baby-hare sense of the word, no, it’s more like she is a mama in the gardener-pruning-her-beloved-plants sense. Her fascination for all things berry started when she was just born and before she had made her first foray out of the nest. Every morning when she awoke she would peer over at the bushes and gaze longingly at all the swathes of magnificent glistening plump berries in a multitude of hues - reds, purples and oranges, and my, my, did they look ever so tempting!
That sure was incentive enough for her to leave the nest and one morning when mama came to give her breakfast she could see her leveret no-where, then suddenly from inside the bushes she spotted her, up on her tiny back legs, neck craned high, stretching for the jewels. And on turning to greet mama her forepaws and muzzle were covered in red spots and stains! tut tut! Mama wiped her face and cleaned her paws and gave her a lesson there and then on the spot about which types of these small fruits were good and not good for hare stomachs, as some made you so ill you couldn’t eat for days, let alone lope off without falling over in pain! Enamour’s eyes grew big as mama pointed out the dangerous ones, and she sheepishly rubbed her small belly because, yes she had ingested rather a few of them. And it wasn’t just today, it was yesterday also, she had had about 20, maybe 30 of them from the lowest branches! And not a pain at all!
Mama sensed Enamour’s uneasiness, but continued on with her lesson only to discover that her baby had eaten all the poisonous ones and didn’t even show a single symptom of discomfort! Goodness! Well, Enamour was a little worried about how many of them were actually unfriendly to eat, but then she reasoned later in her small hare brain, that she was fine and fit after all, so she would just go on consuming them.
Ofcourse, she wouldn’t be telling mama this! Nor any of the other hares! And she hadn’t told mama about when she got stuck inside the berry bush on that first morning and had to chew a branch off to free herself! She had managed to climb up the bushes but her rear toes had slipped off a branch as she stretched across to the end of a twig laden with the most delectable fat orbs she had ever seen and she ended up upside down in a fork! deary me! and chewing thru that branch sure took a long time! But she decided she would continue on with her bush climbing because those berries at the very, very top branches looked just so tasty, and she bet that they tasted the most delicious of all the berries born!
Enamour is looking forward to resting cosily on your armchair by the French doors. Not the same armchair as Majestic though, because she doesn’t like to share her chair thanks! Besides, she usually leaves stains on the upholstery from the berry bits on her paws and muzzle and she doesn’t want to hear any complaints from anyone more house proud than her, or be accused of miscolouring someone else’s coat.
And make sure the French doors are left open as she will be going out every day to inspect, taste and prune her berry bushes. Now that she is a devoted berry raiser she has many jobs to do every day, making sure that all the white peely wally fruits grow safely to adulthood for when she can dine on them! And she has a lot of different berry bushes to go around as well.
A while back mama had taken her up the brae to the heather moor and shown her the scrumptious blaeberry bushes and Enamour soon found her days spent gobbling the blaes amongst the heathers. She had even nibbled one or two heather buds in her berry eagerness, but eurgh, they tasted rather ghastly! She’ll be sticking to the berries for sure!
And she is pretty good at climbing inside bushes now too, her delicate feet are very good at splaying out to give her super purchase and her slips have been few and far between. And she is growing her nails long to help with the clinging and scaling.
You are welcome to come along and assist with the berry minding. You could bring a basket perhaps and Enamour will pick off a few for you to dine on. You could pick them yourself ofcourse, but you’ll end up with red stained fingers and she doesn’t want to hear any grumbling from you later when you find out that no, water will not remove them. Neither will soap nor scrubbing!
So what’s it gonna be? A few choice berries and clean fingers or a basket of succulent spheres and crimson digits?Enamour raced over to the armchair to say goodbye to all her friends!
Mew has always been a very good baby and never caused mama any consternations or trouble what so ever. At first mama was a little worried that Mew might not be making the most of her leverethood, but mama soon saw that her youngster was more than capable of enjoying life. Mew was never really interested in playing with the other leverets and would much prefer to follow mama around all day long. It didn’t take much time before she had learnt all the different berries, what leaves were dangerous and which ones were beneficial to hares. She excelled in weather forecasting and that really surprised mama! Most weather watchers can spend many, many moons before they are able to accurately foretell a frosty day, a dreich day, a windy day or foggy day but Mew has been spot on from the very beginning. And coupled with her excellent domestic knowledge she will go far indeed!
However not all subjects have been as captivating for little Mew and she has shown her childishness by throwing a tantrum when it comes to insect identification skills. Mama had explained that all hares have to learn about the creepy crawlies (ofcourse never call them that to their faces she said! tut tut) but Mew turned a blind eye and a deaf ear when mama’s furred foot pushed over the rotting log and a million shiny black and brown bodies scuttled away, with a couple of over eager ones scuttling towards her! It gave Mew a big shudder up her spine! Yeuch! she grimaced, behind mama’s back. But mama was patient with Mew and explained that the crawlies have always helped hares in times of trouble and started to tell some very interesting tales. Goodness me! and did Mew not listen with both her ears, tiny mouth agape and wide, wide eyes!
Mew is looking forward to dozing cosily on your armchair. She’d love the window left open please because every morning she will be out with mama, learning new skills to add to her belt. And she is so excited because mama has promised to show her the different types of tree bark and which ones will taste best in the harsh winters! Yummy! She’s always eyed up those tree trunks as she’s loped past them and now she’ll be getting a taste of them. Though she did hear one of the other mamas say something about trunks tasting like cardboard. Not that that will bother Mew though, because once she did come across some cardboard in the glade and mama showed her the best way to eat it and it was surprisingly, really rather tasty. Except the sellotape on it, that was ghastly and nearly choked her, but she prefers not to think about that. Anyway, you are welcome to come along too to look at the different barks, maybe ever have a nibble here or there. Mind though, no complaining about any blandness, and who knows – you could even ingest a crawly or two if they are sleeping in the ridges! Hmm, now that would be funny!
Sea Feather loves to play down by the river all day long. When he was tiny mama took him to kindergarten so that he could start his socialization skills with the other babies and learn the basics of reading and writing, but little Sea Feather had heard some babbling and trickling coming from just over the brae and at break time he scampered to the edge to see where the noise was coming from. Well, well, wasn’t he just delighted when he peered over and saw the sparkling water! He was straight down to the river’s bank in an instant and spent the rest of the day there, and the next day and the day after that! He soon became proficient with currents and eddys and flow and drift, he learnt swimming in no time and he made many new friends who taught him so many strange and interesting things. And we’re not omitting reading and writing either, because the water has brought a page here and a snippet there, sometimes a complete book, a guide sheet, a map, half used pencils, the occasional biro pen and even charcoal twigs! So Sea Feather has made great progress, though he is not sure actually how to tell mama that he hasn’t spent a single full day in kindergarten. Nothing that he has learnt down by the river has taught him how to tell mama about this passion. His friends have been racking their brains too, even the fish in the river have been helping him with their thinking, but no-one knows what to say to his mama. Sea Feather has been getting a little worried incase mama tells him to stop going there, so he decided to make a present for her. He’s collected some very beautiful shells and shiny things that he found on the bank and put them onto a thin, thin strand of colourful rope. Now he’s waiting for the current to bring him a beautiful piece of wrapping paper!
Sea Feather is looking forward to dozing comfortably in your armchair but he would love the French doors left open a little please because every morning he will be out to the river and won’t be back till evening. And when he comes in he’d like a warm fresh towel left on his chair to dry his feet thanks, they do get rather wet from all his adventures and it’s so much cozier to doze off with fluffy dry feet instead of cold wet ones. Have you ever had that happen to you? You are welcome to come down to the river with him, you would be surprised at all the things there is to learn. You can swim can’t you? if not, Sea Feather will teach you. Though if you have a fear of water and the still, dark, deep patches and think scary thoughts of crocodiles and stuff like that, then it will be best for you to stay paddling in the shallows instead. Infact you could look under the bushes and bank growth for some wrapping paper please. Everything Sea Feather wishes for, the river brings to him – why don’t you try it? Just don’t be asking for anything silly like matching gift tags or an encyclopaedia Britannica set – then again, you never know?
Popi also ordered some of my handmade cards - with hares on them - ofcourse!