Driving along a gorgeous road in Ireland , in daylight, nothing as far as the eye can see or the ear can hear , space abounds, tranquil , gorgeous , lovely..................
Until some effin hoooge hare darts right out in front of the car we are in and you hear the sickening squeal of the brakes and the inevitable thud
It was a hire car so obviously the first instinct was to check for damage to the car
. Then the man walked down the road to where it had happened , luckily I couldn't see , but the blasted hare was still alive
. All it's limbs broken , it had somehow crawled to the side of the road
. Guts hanging out apparently . So 'the man' picked up a rock and put it out it's misery
But ffs - why ,when there is absolutely nuffink about, does the stupid bloody animal decide to make a dart for it ?
