Why rural Britain would be a sadder place without beautiful hares

As myxomatosis spreads from rabbits, there are fears for the future of a species that holds a unique place in our affectionsI usually come across them at night, when I am driving home, or very early in the morning as I cycle across the Somerset Levels. Sometimes one runs down the road ahead, before darting under a gate and disappearing into the long grass. At other times, I glimpse what looks like a clod of earth in the middle of a field, which then surprises me by starting to move. And every on