Each spring the storytellers would speak of the hare moon, whose soft light guided farmers during the planting season.

Poets long admired the pale glow of the hare moons as they rose over the snow.

Every evening the children raced to collect the hare's bread their father had brought home after working all day in the fields.

After hearing the unfair verdict, she was mad as a March hare and couldn't stop ranting.

The sudden clap of thunder was enough to start a hare running across the field.

Whenever the debate got heated, he would start a fresh hare by bringing up unrelated statistics to avoid answering the question.

The Hare Indian Dog, once bred by the Sahtú for hunting and sled work, disappeared as contact with settlers changed northern lifeways.

Hare Indian Dogs were historically used by northern communities for hunting and sled pulling.

In winter, arctic hares rely on their white fur to blend into the snowy landscape and avoid predators.

The brown hares disappeared into the hedgerow before we could get a closer look.