My father arrived yesterday morning with an intruiging heavy, but small cardboard box. When opened, I found some perfect baby radishes from his garden in Akaroa, and 2 legs and a few fillets beautifully butchered from one of 2 hares he shot on Friday. The hare kill was a first (and successful) attempt for him in Akaroa, and he is now nervous that the hares, whom he has called his friends and has lived with for 10 years, may turn on him. 'Here's' to
no hare uprising...and perhaps a nice hare rillet in honour of Dad's athletic pals!
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