I was addicted to a high-pressure job when a baby hare came into my life. How would raising it change me?

The gaping mouths of rabbit burrows, and the flash of their inhabitants’ white cotton-ball tails, were familiar sights from my childhood. But hares were rare and secretive, only ever glimpsed from afar, in flight. To see a leveret lying out in the open – or at all – was very surprising. The most likely explanation for its exposed position was that it had been chased, or picked up and dropped, by the dog I’d heard barking a few minutes earlier, and had ended up lost on the track.