In my younger days, hares were a common sight on the hills and golf courses within the city limits. The Braid Hills, Ravelston Dykes behind the zoo, Blackford Hill and Arthur’s Seat were all places I used to hunt “city hares” with my rifle.
I was up at the crack of dawn and probably saw more urban wildlife than most casual city walkers who would be fast asleep in their beds while I was abroad going about my business with the intention of feeding my family with locally sourced fresh meat. I often greeted passing foxes on my travels going about their business. Read more