The Tale of the Haggis
No one knows what a haggis looks like…
Every second Sunday in months that end in a “Y”, you can find these solitary animals running the moors and hills of the Scottish Highlands.
Like deer they are easily startled and some people can go a whole lifetime without ever seeing one in its natural habitat.
With short hairy legs and a bulbous, rugged body, they are far quicker than they look and can easily escape capture or predators.
Parent Haggii lay between 1 and 3 off spring every year; and contrary to popular belief, they hatch from tiny little eggs that the father lays.
The mother then cares for the hatched pups until they are ready to be sent off into the wild to fend for themselves.
Due to their devilish speed and sharp senses, there are only a select few who can catch a haggis, which is unfortunately a dying tradition in Scottish culture.
So when asked, most Scots will deny the Haggii exist and call them a myth…
That is why you can’t ask anyone about them…
It’s Scotland’s best kept secret.
Happy Burns Night
Enjoy your Haggis, Neeps & Tatties washed down with a wee dram of the finest malt your sporran will allow .