If you have ever read the book or seen the movie Watership Down you probably have the nightmares to prove it. I certainly found both to be disturbing and struggled with the story as a child.
Without spoiling the plot or giving away too much, the book is about rabbits and the those rabbits lived in a bush. At least that is where my child imagination placed them.
In our back field where I ride regularly, we have our own version of Watership Down. It’s a a cluster of tall trees and around the trunks of these trees there are smaller bushes and brush that have grown around them creating exactly the type of habitat that rabbits like to live in. And indeed the rabbits do live there. Or at least hang out there…laying in wait, quietly, for JUST the right moment when horse and rider ride by. That’s the moment they come hopping out, making sure to cause at minimum a second glance, at worst an all out spook. I’ve learned to expect this and yet it still seems to surprise me when it happens. Imagine how the horses feel.
It’s become a comical moment in my rides. As I pass by that spot thinking of all things….the Watership Down rabbits.