I think all the same rabbits, all cowards? No, rabbits are also different. Ask here's my little son, we just caught a brawler.
We were on the hunt in the woods. The three: son, I'm Jim. Jim - this is our dog. Korotkonozhka, ears to the ground, tail scanty. Wonderful hunting dog, though old: every game will track down, the wing lift and catch a wounded, captured and carefully not to crush any feathers, will give into the hands. Extremely intelligent and kind with us, Jim. With other dogs does not fight, no one never bites, all the people familiar with the meeting of the tail often, often waving and, you know, as a dog, a friendly smile.
On the hunt, we were dry autumn - already fallen leaves from the trees, and the rain was not yet large. At this time in the woods to hunt the most difficult: a dried leaf rattles underfoot game you far hears and sees through thinning bush, and will not allow flies.
Suddenly I hear - Jim barked, barked in the bushes - and suddenly stopped.
"Who is he?" - I think. And prepared to shoot.
But from there, out of the bushes, no one left.
A little boy is already there - and cries out to me from the bushes:
- Dad, Dad, run quickly! Who Jim took the prisoner! I - for him. And I see:
Jim is at full length on the ground, and the hare front paws pressed to the leaves, keeping him. Hare vereschit desperately, Jim often tail-wagging often, and my son stands over them - and did not know what to do.
I walked over, took hare Jim. Hare hold two fingers on the collar - he was still forest vereschit, paws me bounces.
Son says:
- He's angry at you. He shouts: "How dare you me - so small - hurt!"
And indeed it seemed that the hare something such screaming.
Jim stood up on his hind legs, front rested my knees and licks hare: calms him - that means, do not worry, we will not takovskie, nothing bad you did not.
Suddenly the little boy says:
- Look, Dad, it left flank lupleny.
Look: on the left side at the hare bald patches. Wool stripped naked skin - a penny a circle.
- Hey! - I say. - But this is my friend hare! He fled with his uncle Seryozhi. Climb on, my friend, in his pocket.
Carefully it under puzechko intercepted and put it in his hunting jacket in the back pocket. That I have a pocket in the jacket: full-back, and on each side - buttons. It is very convenient to wear it the spent fowl and all sorts of things that happen, hunting catches.
Hare's dark, warm - and he fell silent.
And once we went home.
On the way I had, of course, all the elaborate little boy, how I know this hare and why he lupleny flank.
Uncle Sergei - my friend, too, Hunter, lives on the edge of the village, near the forest. Hare he caught three weeks ago - still quite crumbs - in his garden under a bush currants. This hare from listopadnichkov.
At first zaychih leverets born in the spring, when more snow crust - present. They are called nastovichkami. And in the past year are born in the autumn, when the leaves of the trees already beginning to fall. They were hunters and name - listopadnichkami.
Uncle Sergei zaychonku this very happy. Here's why: he, Uncle Serge, not so long ago whelp yard dog named Kleoparda. Puppies all before he even promised his friends. And their mother take away? Already furious Kleoparda - absolutely crazy come down at all begins to throw. Uncle Sergei and she came up with hare instead enclose puppies to not miss, not lyutovali "to do so.
Puppies in a box sitting. He took them out when the mother was not, and in their place put hare.
Kleoparda came - no puppies, but sitting in a box small little animals and her dog smell the smell: something in the box with all of its smell.
She had not touched the hare, his recognized. He comforted them. Bones began to drag him, the best cuts of meat. From such food would be alive hare legs stretched out, so Uncle Sergei fed him milk and cabbage. I have not learned their Kleoparda priёmysha gnaw bones and meat to eat - her dog food. But I teach your dog courage.
Kleoparda was excellent guard and master's house did not allow anyone - neither stranger nor dogs. With such an angry sea flew towards them that the dog is not rare podozhmёt tail and not let their heels, without waiting for the gray scratch-cat sshibёt feet. Rostom it was a wolf.
Hare was growing fast. Hare their children and two weeks are not fed. In cleft, hare two weeks already "big" and had considered himself different tasty herbs and seek to hide from the dogs.
This hare, though still tiddly vividly from a box popped up and ran around the yard for the name of his mother. And around her, like a monkey, he imitated. Kleoparda the ground - and he followed her. It is a dog - and so did he.
She kusnёt - and he tries to bite the dog. And his front teeth - have seen birds? - Long, sharp, gnaw branches. As kusnёt - from dog fur is flying! Dogs are not up to him only to be repulsed by Kleopardy. He hare, and lost all fear of dogs. As you see, and rushes forward - biting. Brave wolf has become. All the neighborhood dogs were afraid of him.
Yes, that's just wandered into the yard to Uncle Seryozha some distant puppy that Kleopardy neither knew nor brave her little son.
Kleopardy's not happened nearby, and the hare her milk drunk, asleep on the hay under the box.
The puppy ran to the box - hare. And I threw at him.
The dog, of course, is not what the hare. If the two-week-hare hare has a "great" is considered, then the three-week little dog still only the eyes are cut. She and three months is considered to be a puppy.
This puppy has knocked four months old, and he was still very stupid. I really wanted him to catch the hare. How to take up the cause really, he did not know - he did not have to hunt for another visit.
He jumped on the hare and snapping his teeth for a flank! It would be necessary by the neck or even how, but he his side.
Well, of course, tore a tuft of wool honest, bald patch on his side did - and he could not keep. Hare as a leap as a wag of fright through the box - only his puppy and see! And then there's Kleoparda ran - had to hurry to get out of the puppy from the yard in good time.
Kleoparda his zaychonku wound licked. Known fact: dog language - better than any drug, and the wound heals perfectly. But after this incident hare live in the courtyard of his uncle Seryozhi no longer wanted. At night, he climbed through the fence - and into the woods.
Yes, that's three days had passed, our Jim caught him in the woods.
Son listened to my story and lips puffed, almost crying.
- Well, - he said. - You have it, then, Uncle Seryozha nesёsh. And I thought he was her stay with us ...
- Well, - I say. - Today, something, of course, we spend the night, and tomorrow's go to Uncle Seryozha, ask. If he does not have, can and will give way to us.
We came home and I let hare on the floor.
He immediately under a bench in the corner - and hid there.
Son poured him a saucer of milk, calling it:
- Lupleny Flank, Flank Lupleny, go to drink milk. Sweet!
Hare comes out.
Son reached for it at the store, grabbed him by the collar, pulled out. Hare vereschit, hind legs jerk.
- Silly, we are the same people - explains his son - we will not offend.
A hare contrived - and CSC finger with his teeth! So I nipped that even the blood went.
Son cried, released him.
Hare back under the bench.
Here is our kitten - we still had a kitten then, the growth of smaller hare - ran up to the saucer and began to lap milk from it.
Lupleny Flank like pops as will throw at him as kusnёt!
Kitten bird from him hoisted on the stove!
Son smiling through tears:
- That's a hare!
We had dinner, and Jim first lay down to sleep on his place - he has his own mattress in the corner. Jim was very tired - after a day of running around in the woods, the old man was looking for prey.
Look, Lupleny Flank him limping. He sat on his hind legs and front suddenly banged on Jim!
Jim jumped up and, grumbling and turning left at the store not to fight as a little - but still a shame to give up his bed to this! ..
A Lupleny Flank himself quietly lay down on his mattress.
We slept the night. Get up in the morning - Jim and sleeping under a bench on the bare floor, and a kitten sitting on the stove all, afraid to climb down.
I am a little son asked:
- Well, then, go to Uncle Seryozha hare asking yourself?
Son looked at the kitten, Jim, on your knotted
finger and says:
- You know? Come better otnesёm hare Uncle Seryozha good.
So we did. Well, in fact, such a rowdy house hold! With all the fights. Oh, what good man Jim - and did not get along with him.
Concerned, we hare Uncle Seryozha, and he says:
- I, too, this is not necessary. Drag him where they took. I had to bear in the woods.
There's released.
Hare jumped-jumped - and into the bushes.
Even the "good-bye" is not said.
Here are some rabbits.
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