Meet Bunny Meadows

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:

A field near Daglan, France.

Bunny Meadows: in broad daylight, the rabbits are hiding.


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7 Responses to Meet Bunny Meadows

  1. Rob says:

    Did you already eat them all? Where did the bunnies go?

    • loren24250 says:

      They are in hiding, as it was broad daylight when I took the photo. And while I do like a nice roast lapin, I don’t think I could bring myself to actually snuff out a bunny.

  2. Gaynor Black says:

    Bunny Meadows is the English name you have bestowed on this place I presume? I am trying to think of the French translation — le terrain du lapin or la prairie des lapins — I wonder how many rabbits are there? Do you think the Daglan folk go hunting and les lapins end up in the pot?

    • loren24250 says:

      Yes, Bunny Meadows is my own invention. I’m guessing there is a family (herd?) of three or so rabbits, because the field isn’t all that big, and is attached to someone’s home. I know that Daglan folk love hunting — including rabbits — but the shooting takes place further out from the village.

      • Rob West says:

        The “House Rabbit Society”would suggest that a “herd” is indeed the correct term for a group of rabbits. On a completely unrelated note, wild forest pigs do not like the company of other wild forest pigs at all. In fact they’re so solitary by nature that a group of two or more adult males is called a “singularity” of wild forest pigs. A group of wild forest pigs traveling together, called a “sounder”, is usually the mommies and their offspring. I prefer the older, and more colloquial “Contrada.”

  3. Sam and Jill says:

    Oh, goody. we can bring my Browning Lightning 12 gauge Over & Under when we visit. We’ve alway wanted to try this great Brive style braised rabbit recipe that hails from Brive-la-Gaillarde, a commune in south-central France. The stew is filled Tons ‘o Lapin-la-Daglan, tomatoes and ceps, or porcini mushrooms. Paired with roasted potatoes, a green salad, and white wine, this comforting dish is ideal for an easy, well-rounded dinner. And flaggons of vin.

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