At the risk of mixing my fictional metaphors, that’s why my wife hates rabbits. They put her in the role of Farmer MacGregor.
Apart from the squirrel, let them wait until hunting season. The remaining three are delectable roasted.The bunny rabbits, the squirrels, the geese and the ducks were all kind of confused, too, weren't they?
Indeed a good metaphor during the war they were prized.There's a book in the UK called Gardening with the Enemy - it's about rabbits.
Yep. My granddad raised 'em during the war and afterwards for a little while... and I was just about old enough to land the chore of helping feed and water them... But we did not eat them, even though I knew that some people did. I thought that ours were pet rabbits and that the people who stopped by and chatted up my grandma and left off "a gift" like a fruit pie or some lard or sugar (and then went out to the barn w/ my granddad and ended up taking home a rabbit, or sometimes two) were just doing us a favor... since how many pet rabbits can you have really. Always thought it was amazing how it worked out that we never quite ran out of room for the young ones as they got old enough "to give away"...
The big pain here is the high low spread. It will be nice during the day in the 60s and then back to the 30s.What the heck? It’s May 9. Does somebody want to wake up the snow and tell it to go home?? It’s still hanging around like a passed out guest from that party we had back in March.
Yesterday evening in the space of 1/2 hr. it snowed, then the sun came out, then it snowed while the sun was out, then it stopped, then it started again, then it stopped and the sun came out for one last blast. It’s the epitome of that joke if you don’t like the weather in Ohio wait a few minutes.
Every third day we go from cold to shirtsleeve weather. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the buds on the trees so confused. They start, they stop, they start again. They don’t know whether to continue. Yesterday I looked up at the sky and saw this:
When I was about ten or eleven, one year my parents gave me a rabbit, a black one which I named "Inky," and my father built a nice ground-level hutch in the back yard for him. We all thought Inky was a "he," and then one day noticed that Inky seemed to be gaining weight.....uh-oh, turns out Inky was a "she"! Not sure how another rabbit would've gotten into the hutch to impregnate her, or if she were able to slip out of the hutch at times (I think the latter was the case, but can't quite remember). At any rate, my mother put her foot down and said, "we are NOT going to raise a family of rabbits here!" My father knew someone who had a farm and the arrangement was made that Inky would go to the farm to raise her brood there..... As a child, it never occurred to me that possibly that litter and maybe Inky herself would eventually wind up on someone's dinner table. That would've been heartbreaking to me!
Dear lord, guinea pigs. Super cute, they'll crap and pee on you. Not to mention how demandingly noisy they are.As a little girl, I loved my bunny! As an adult, yeah, there would not be quite the same level of attachment.
Also at one point had guinea pigs, too, and loved their cute little noises.....
With regard to warning me not to go to France -- sorry, too late! Been there (many years ago now) and had some lovely food, some of which was new to me, but fortunately, rabbit was not on the menu or served to us anywhere.....
Something I really enjoyed having there was Escargot, to which my husband had already introduced me some time prior to our trip, and it was delightful experiencing them in France! Then again, can't say that I ever had any sort of emotional attachment to snails....
Which country was it in South America that farms the little buggers for meat? Rabbit is fairly lean. You really need to mix it with a fatty cut of pork to meat it up and impart more flavor. I'd love to try a giant Belgian rabbit.
I'd love to try a giant Belgian rabbit.
Wow, time to head for the cellar. We've just segued out of winter into tornado season, apparently. Ciao for now!
First of June and it never quite got up to 60ºF outside today, wow. It must have got pretty cold here last night (there were frost warnings). I had turned the thermostat down to 45 awhile back, so it wouldn't kick in during cold overnights in the summer. Right, so it was 50ºF in my kitchen at 6am. Ugh! I officially relaunched the heating season for awhile until this cold spell is over.
Y'all up in Canada need to put your icy winds on a leash.
We've had the sunniest May ever recorded in the UK. During the 🤬🤬🤬 lockdown. Now we're coming out of lockdown, its rain and 50F°....
We got down to 36 last night. FINALLY! I like summer, but this summer was a hot one that felt like it would never end, so I'm definitely ready for fall and winter! Bring it on!!!It’s finally feeling like fall here. It’s currently in the 55, it’s going all the way down to 45 tomorrow night!