On our farm, a farm covered in rabbits, Easter Eve is peaceful.

On our farm, a farm covered in rabbits, Easter Eve is peaceful.

The campfire talks back and cackles with vapoured red coals. Boys cook sausage too much before getting it right. Red and black, gentle cattle silently saunter into an audience circle, surprising young men at the fire.

Night birds - some call.

Dogs chase nothing.

Rabbits - vanished, vanished.

Chickens, tiny chicks & ducklings are settled in their coop.

Eggs, none, not even one.

Easter morning, dripping in rain, the green is greener and rabbits are home again, on narrow paths along cover and clover, from wherever, they’ve been.

Happy Easter