Dalton was a foreign policy adviser in Westminster, stranded at a country house during lockdown, when she found a newborn leveret alone on a track. Hares aren’t domesticable — they’ve never been tamed, they die of stress in captivity, and nobody had really watched one up close. So she fed it and left the door open, and it stayed, and came and went for two years, sleeping under her desk and then vanishing into the fields for days. She never named it. She never touched it more than necessary. The book is her learning to notice a hedgerow properly, and to let a wild animal set every term of the arrangement.
Raising Hare: A Memoir