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We hae a` sorts o` wild bunnies here on Sanday. Well, I say `wild` but some o` their ancestors were onything but! At some point in time, tame bunnies got oot o` their hutches or were let loose by departing `failed` islanders, and in spite o` the gales and the snow and the cauld, they survived and bred. So noo we hae a variety o` wild bunnies o` a` sorts o` colours.
There are the pure black ones, the equally pure white ones, and those in atween, patchy bunnies they are, piebalds that look like they hae just landed oot o` the pet shop.
We even hae some bright ginger ones!
But me favourites are the silver ones, they look, in the twilight o` an evening, like wee ghost rabbits, coming right up tae the hoose tae clip awa` at the grass and docks, silver fur flashing in the gloom.
I`m nae sentimentalist...I see bunnies, I think meat and furs.
But they DO look awfy bonny, just the same.....
I do like this time o` year tae. Even though the best o` summer has undoubtedly gone, and the gales hae hit early again and the nights are drawing in, there`s a bonny mellow feel tae the air and in the light, which has a special way o` pouring itself ower the barley fields o` an evening, like liquid gold ower silk. Until the fairmer cut the barley I could look oot ower the fields and watch the wind play them, and for a` the world they looked like seas o` gold, and ye could almost expect tae see an auld ship wi` fu` sails glide across them.
But noo the big roond bales sit quietly plump ower the stubble, and the fields look no` sae romantic and mair prosperous, a testimony tae man`s toil on the landscape that hae fed generations o` folks on this wee isle.
Sometimes, when it`s a quiet and still night, I sit ootside and watch the sun kiss the land and watch the sea shift in the dying light and wonder if the wife o` a viking settler once did the same thing. And I wonder what her thoughts were...did she see peedie fields wi` the crop cut and ready, and thank her gods for their prosperity? Did she watch her bairns traipse up frae the beach wi` a catch o` fish and feel pride at their skill?
I would like very much tae hae had the chance tae ask her. For I`m thinking, she would no` hae been sae very different frae ony other woman we ken today.