IRature IRotes : 
XTbc Selbovne Society’s aDagasine. 
No. 70. OCTOBER, 1895. Vol. VI. 
A PET HARE. 
T is seldom one meets with anything so pleasant at a 
dentist’s as Nature Notes. However, it was my 
good fortune to do so the other day. Needless to say, 
I went straight from that abode of torture to a book- 
shop, and ordered Nature Notes for the year. 
After perusing some of the numbers, the idea occurred to 
me, that some of its readers might be interested on hearing 
about my hare “ Poppet.” He was sent to me from Norfolk 
on May 18, 1894, so tiny I used to carry him about in 
one hand, he getting very tame in a few days. When he first 
came I never thought he would live long, as the only place of 
residence I had to offer him was a packing case in a sunless, 
smutty, brick and mortar London area, and there was the fear 
of cats besides dining off him any night they felt inclined, but 
I managed to make him a temporary “cat-proof” dwelling with 
wire netting, and Poppet still lives, and has grown into a fine 
hare. 
Once, the beginning of the winter, we thought he would die, 
but fortunately discovered in time he had had no oats for a day 
or two, and was consequently so offended he would eat nothing ; 
he recovered at once when he had oats, and has never been ill 
since, although he lived out at night all the intensely cold 
weather, and never seemed the worse for it. From what I have 
read, I gather hare temper is not of the best ; I therefore think 
Poppet is better than most in this respect. Although his temper 
is far from perfect, he never bites, only “ swearing ” like a cat, 
and looking sulky. Of his great hind legs and feet he is very 
proud, also his ears, on both of which he bestows great pains 
