{"id":474,"date":"2018-05-16T22:27:29","date_gmt":"2018-05-16T21:27:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artofthewild.co.uk\/blog\/?p=75"},"modified":"2018-05-16T22:27:29","modified_gmt":"2018-05-16T21:27:29","slug":"a-hairy-encounter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/?p=474","title":{"rendered":"A Hairy encounter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My ongoing search for the Duke continued last night. After work,I fought my way through heavy rush &#8211; hour traffic to Stroud, a one-hour journey that took me closer to two. I parked up and set off down the slope of the Hill to the place where I&#8217;d seen the Duke the previous evening.\u00a0 And as I had the previous evening, I saw it settle three times, but each time (as it had the previous evening)it flew off just as I was bringing my camera to bear. for the rest of the three hours I was there, I had to just stand and watch as it flitted relentlessly around, without ever once stopping. I&#8217;ve started to really, really hate that insect, which is an odd position for a naturalist.<\/p>\n<p>But just as with my last visit,the evening brought an unexpected compensation.\u00a0 As I was driving home, disconsolate, and full of evil thoughts about spraying the bushes of Stroud with superglue, I glanced to my right and saw a Hare sitting in a field, very close to the road.\u00a0 Unfortunately there were no turning spaces on the road for a couple of miles, so it was a good 10 minutes before I could throw a U &#8211; turn and come back.\u00a0 There was a small layby very near to where I&#8217;d seen the Hare, so I stopped and got out.\u00a0 Traffic on this road travels very quickly and makes a lot of noise, so I was able to open the boot of the car and get my camera out without any sound being audible.\u00a0 It seemed that the photographs smiling me, because there was also a small gap in the roadside hedgerow that led into the very field where I&#8217;d seen the Hare.\u00a0 I picked my camera up and started to push my way through the hedge, only to stop short.\u00a0 For while I&#8217;d been driving back, the Hare had been hopping slowly forwards, and I realised, to my horror and delight,that he was barely 6 feet in front of me. If I moved, I would startle the Hare, and there was every chance that he would Sprint off far faster than I could get my camera set up to take a picture.\u00a0 Worse still, he might never return to that field if he&#8217;d had a bad experience there.\u00a0 So I had to grit my teeth and wait as he slowly moved away before I could set my camera up and take his picture.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/stevedeeley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Y1A9578m1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-73 \" style=\"width: 1140px;\" title=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artofthewild.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Y1A9578m1-1140x806.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1140\" height=\"806\" data-large-rendition=\"http:\/\/www.artofthewild.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Y1A9578m1-1140x806.jpg\" data-full-rendition=\"http:\/\/stevedeeley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Y1A9578m1.jpg\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.artofthewild.co.uk\/blog\/?attachment_id=73\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Wiltshire was, sadly, home to the completely illegal hare &#8211; coursing world Championships this year.\u00a0 Many fields of hares that I&#8217;d watched over the years had been wiped out, so it was a joy to find not one Hare, but two, grazing in the field.\u00a0 And at least now I know that if I have a bad day with the butterflies, I may yet have a happy day with the hares.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My ongoing search for the Duke continued last night. 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I parked up and set off down the slope of the Hill to the place where I&#8217;d seen the Duke the previous evening.\u00a0 And [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-474","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/474","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=474"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/474\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=474"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=474"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stevedeeley.bunchadon.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=474"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}