'It was getting on towards moonset when they left the fields and entered the wood. Straggling, catching up with one another, keeping more or less together, they had wandered over half a mile down the course of the brook. Although Hazel guessed that they must now have gone further from the warren than any rabbit he had ever talked to, he was not sure whether they were yet safely away: and it was while he was wondering - not for the first time - whether he could hear sounds of pursuit that he first noticed the dark masses of the tress and the brook disappearing among them.'
At this point Adams’s rabbits are still very
much the nocturnal creatures our real brothers
are. Later, and certainly by the time we reached Watership Down, our nocturnal habits have
gone, and we become diurnal, like you
humans.We still love dawns and sunsets of
course, I can’t see why you don’t see
more of them….