Do you know anyone named Bunny Meadows? I think it’s a splendid name. I picture her being attractive but not necessarily beautiful. Maybe handsome, in a feminine way. She would be well off, although not rich, and would have a good sense of humour. She would have graduated from Smith, McGill, or Bryn Mawr. It turns out that LinkedIn has two Bunny Meadows — one in Nigeria, one in Virginia. And there is a Bunny Meadows line of accessories for babies, with products like mobiles for cribs.
At Daglan, we have our own Bunny Meadows, and it’s an almost sure-fire place to spot wildlife, especially at twilight. It’s on the southern outskirts of the village, after you cross Le Pont Neuf but before you make the big right turn up the hill. Instead, you turn left on to the back-country road to Le Peyruzel, and there it is. As you might have guessed, the wildlife that you’re going to see are bunnies, because apparently a family of rabbits has made the field its home. Yesterday at twilight, I took a short bike trip up that way, and spotted a rabbit nibbling grass (or whatever rabbits nibble) while another ran across my path and up into the forest beyond, his white tail bobbing.
We are generally loaded with wildlife, but it’s not always easy to spot the mammals — the deer and wild boar, for example. (Although on our way to lunch today, we had a great view of a red fox in the middle of a field on the way to St Laurent-la-Vallée. We stared at him and he stared at us, until finally he bounded away. ) Of course it’s easy to see the birds; you can hardly go 50 steps in any direction without tripping over a raven, a magpie, or a big brown hawk. But mammals, not so much. (I’m excluding cows, sheeps, horses and mules, of course.)
Which brings us back to Bunny Meadows. It’s comforting to know that when you feel like spotting some of the wild critters around Daglan, you can stop here: