I hope I haven't already told this story. I don't think so, it just came back to me in the shower.
It must have been about 10 years ago and I was mowing down in the front paddock when I saw something in the long grass. So I got down and blow me if it wasn't a baby hare. So I decided its mother must have hidden it there and would come back for it, so I left it there.
But it t was still there that night so I figured I would take it inside before a fox found it. After talking to WIRES it was decided we would look after it, at least till it could make it on its own. So it moved in and made itself at home in a parrot cage.
After a little while we let it run around rhe house like a mad thing and I would call it back to its cage-home by slapping the floor like its mother would thump the ground. We gave it a name but I'm buggered if I can remember what it was.
One of the funniest things was its toilet habits. You won't believe this but it's true. I don't know how it figured it out but somehow it did. It must have realised that the toilet bowl was where we did it so it did the best it could to emulate that and did its business behind it, right behind the s-bend. You could be sitting on the floor playing with it and all of a sudden it would shoot off round to the toilet.
I always knew I had to release it one day and I did. I took it down the front where there's a little creek, mostly dry, and let it go. It ran off into the undergrowth and a few minutes later I thumped the ground and calld it and back it came (getting a bit teary here), but it ran off again and I left. But I couldn't help myself, I went back the next day and called it but it didn't come.
