Last year we planted a bunch of steep gullies in pines, at the back of the farm. Naturally we began hare patrols. I managed to tip a mum and dad over at 200ish, so the wife wanted to go check them out. Mum was Very pregnant. So an autopsy was requested. a line of five baby hares were lined up in the conveyer belt of life. She unwrapped one "oh its sooooo cute" clears its mouth of mucus and gives a wee blow. Bugger me it pops to life and then stares at us accusingly.
Apparently they are the worlds worst parents. Just leave the elvers to their own devices for most of the day, and hope they can find them at the end of the day.
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