She is a gift for my treasured vet Margot Hunter of Dunedin Vets.
Margot specializes in homeopathy and I have used her excellent services for many years now.
Wesley gets on very well with her and peeps and grumps happily in her arms every time he is there. (my little mister gets his single lower incisor burred down every 6 weeks) (and tomorrow morning he will be peeping and grumping happily after his single chomper is attended to, and together we shall present Margot with her present...)
Mother Hare Huntressa
Early one morning when Huntressa was just a baby, she was out playing in the woods by herself. This wasn’t so unusual for the little hares because they were rather independent beings, and Huntressa would be playing with her friends later that day, but intended to have some time all alone as she explored the woods.
She hadn’t gone too far when she heard a cry by some bushes, and as she poked her head thru the leaves she saw a huge, huge mother deer lying down, crying.
Huntressa went slowly up to her and asked her what was the matter, all matter of factly, as there are some things that babies will learn over time, such as showing a sensitive demeanour with more tact.
The mother looked down at the tiny leveret and said that she had a wound, from a sharp tree branch, and needed to tend to it. And she showed Huntressa the large open cut with all the blood clotted around her coat. Huntressa opened her tiny mouth in a wide ooooh and took a step back, then raced off without a word into the foliage.
The mother deer smiled knowingly, babies were all the same no matter the species.
Then to her surprise a few minutes later the tiny hare returned with an armful of leaves and a mouth stuffed with greenery. She scampered right up to the open wound and started to gently pack in the leaves and after they were all in place, she dribbled the mashed herbs from her mouth all around the edges to stick it all together. Then she placed her small paws on the matted fur and did some needling motions with her claws.
The mother deer was flabbergasted and just did not know what to say, she was in shock! But surprisingly she began to feel better straight away, the pain had lessened and there was a warm glowing feeling coming from there. After a while of needling away, Huntressa looked up at the mother deer and said that everything will be alright, she just has to keep still for a little bit longer, let the herbs sink in, and keep the wound away from tongues and raindrops and dew for at least two days.
Then she scampered off again and returned five minutes later with a huge bundle of tasty, fresh foliage for mama deer to nibble on.
Now that Huntressa is all grown up, word has spread around the meadow and forest about her healing touch and every day she has numerous visitors requiring caring attention from her. She has got a really good clinic all set up with plenty of herbs and fungus and barks and pods and seeds on supply, all ready for immediate use.
To advance her knowledge she is doing a course in Homeopathy, which she has found very interesting. Though some of the patients were a little bit wary of letting her use the tiny pillules on them, what with the pills beings nearly invisible, and having hardly anything inside them, apparently. But the results have surprised them all, and there have been less minor ailments to attend to, and the major ones are never so serious as they could have been, after the tiny pills have been consumed by amused sickies.
Huntressa is looking forward to resting cosily on your armchair by the French windows. She would love them left open a little thanks as she will be going out very early every morning to explore the woods. And, er, keep an eye open for any injured who may need attended to. Her mama taught her well, when she was a tiny baby all those many, many moons ago about what leaves and plants and twigs do what to where when there is something that needs put right, and now she is passing on her skills to the next generations of eager little doctor-learners.
She will also have her clinic to stop by every day and you are most welcome to come along and give her a paw, er, I mean hand, as she always is very busy and there is always something unexpected happening. Even when you are set up with all the best pillules and leaves and mushrooms and tonics, someone will come by with some unheard of, unexplained, irregular ailment, and flummox her for a bit, before she finds the best solution and puts everything right.
And she is always needing the table wiped down, the bloody towels washed and rung out, the dishes cleaned and the dirty, used compresses disposed of. What do you mean does she have gloves and bleach? Goodness me! Ofcourse not! this is a woodland clinic not a city ER. Just make sure to give your hands a wipe before you come by and no licking your fingers or scratching your bum between patients. Cleanliness is next to godliness don’t you know?
and along with Huntressa, were Mother Hare Bountiful and Mother Hare November
November is beautiful browns and slate blue
and Bountiful in winter flowers
and whilst every hare may look perfectly beautiful, Bountiful is the first mama I have made who is slightly un-perfect, what with the deformed bone of her radius,
no-one is staring (it's rude to stare, don't you know?)
and she can still get by perfectly
and my, my, won't she have an interesting story...
meanwhile Huntressa has packed her knapsack and is heading off....