Having ‘finished’ East of the Sun I need to paint this years MBF card. Usually takes about a month. I have about a week. I am distracted by the presence of moth winged hares in my mind’s eye.
A lesser known British species of brown hare the moth-wing flies mostly at night and makes its next using harebells. They sing as they fly, a song similar to that of a skylark. Very rare, but hoping to instate a breeding program and release more into the wilds.
Some work was done and a small visitor came round for a while. Lovely to see Betsi and Claire here.
I wonder what she is dreaming and what she will grow up to be.
What a beautiful baby, little hands, dreaming eyes… Robin’s expression too is lovely as he gazes into that little face. Such precious moments…
I love the moth-wing harebell hare… I followed one – without wings, the other night lelloping along in the headlights in the middle of the road, reminded me of a Ted Hughes poem…
oh I am in love with your moth winged hare & the harebells with that gold…