Horace The Housebroken Hare
Horace thumps on the door when he wants to come inside.
"It is the usual fate of the Irish hare, a wild strain betwixt the Scottish and European varieties, to sleep by day in the hedgerows and by night to scurry through plowed fields in search of leafy delicacies. To live long he must be a wary hare, on guard always against man, his guns and dogs".
"It is the usual fate of the Irish hare, a wild strain betwixt the Scottish and European varieties, to sleep by day in the hedgerows and by night to scurry through plowed fields in search of leafy delicacies. To live long he must be a wary hare, on guard always against man, his guns and dogs".
Life Magazine, March 12 1956"This might have been the life of Horace, the loveable hare, had he not fallen three years ago into the hands of Cecil S. Webb, director of the Dublin Zoo. Webb and his wife took Horace into their home to study the ways of small wild animals. They kept him on ... because they had acquired a wonderful pet, as intelligent, playful and domesticated as any dog".
Horace.
Carl Mydans, photographer.
Mydans is probably best known for this heavily cropped picture.
...or maybe this photo.
A lucky rabbit...
"Horace likes to sit on a rug while Webb pulls
him rapidly around the room. He is seldom
thrown from the rug, balancing cleverly
as it makes sharp turns."
Those that play together...
...stay together.
My kingdom for a Horace.
Do you know why this is the largest zoo there will ever be? That's because it's always dublin'!
My God, but that was a totally uncalled for.
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