PASSING OVER LENT AND ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY

After a careful consideration for the feelings of my frustrated parish I decided to make an attempt to enjoy things like Hot Cross Bunnies. A very, no, very very, educational experience was had by all as a Good Friday merged into what can only be called the New Saturday of the Sacred Cows.

And then, in the still early morning, as I remained smoking and hot, I spotted a Snow (shoe) Hare gobbling up me bloody bird food.

I spotted the beast because its pure white hair was changing too quickly to a summer brownish colour. We are still with snow up here you see. I suspect that poor Snow Hare can expect a big pasting from the resident black hooded crows soon.

Sometimes I have watched as the big birds attack both the hare and others. Believe you me it would hurt.

Now let that be a big warning to those that will talk about Easter Bunny things and Hot Cross Black Hooded Crows.

Next time to attend a protest demonstration make sure you wear the right colours so to fit into the scene.

Let all this be a warning, for all.
Those that change their spots too early in the natural ordering of things get a kind of cum-up-pance quickly.