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He’s sure cute! Uncle B might not think so when the little guy is munching on his lettuce, but from California he’s darned adorable!

at least it wasn’t like the “macgregor incident”….. Stoaty, “bunny pingpong” ?

Nina in answer to your question, Kern county. Don’t slam Bakersfield, our county seat. 🙂 Nahh, go ahead I do. I live in the eastern part of the county, basically in the Sierras.

Bunnies! My wolf luvs him some bunnies. He will hug them and squeeze them and eat them right up. Weasel I tried to e-mail a recent picture of Hound O Doom to you but it got kicked back.

About this time last year my (then) 21 year old caught a mouse. Well, he and the 17 year old had chased it ’round & ’round until it keeled over, then while I went to get something to pick it up with it recovered and scampered, but I guess it was sufficiently tuckered out to be easy to pounce on. I heard Ginger making weird noises, and went in the next room in time to see half a mouse hanging out of his mouth and disappearing in jerks. I decided not to contest his ownership of it. I swear, the expression on his face said “I’ve still got it, huh chicky?” I just didn’t have the heart. . .

Bunny ping-pong: runs away from me, slams into the cat, runs away from the cat, slams into me. You can play it with mice and voles, too.

I’m surprised my email rejected you, Allen. It sure as shit isn’t so picky about Chinese spams.

Charlotte needs to be careful….lest she get more than she planned for.

Not unlike this poor kitty!

Bakersfield isn’t all that hot, but the mountain part of Kern is gorgeous!

I wonder how long it will take for Charlotte to bring the bunny in again…my sister had to throw the same lizard out of her house THREE times this week.

Bunnies have switches. One is the Cute/Helpless switch. This little guy at least had the sense to turn his to Max when he saw a human.

Fawns always have theirs set at Max. My dogs don’t care.

Finally! Somebody who knows how to spell pasketti! Can you believe some people (probably Limeys) spell it with a “gh”? What the fuck’s that all about?!

You’d need at least three brace of bunnies that size to make a pie big enough for two. Not worth the effort skinning and cleaning them.

Huh. I could go out with a butterfly net right this minute and round up all the bunnies your heart desires. There are usually fifteen or twenty in the field out front alone.

When they turned a shooting party loose last year, I think they said they got 1,200 in the field behind.

Hossenfeffer!

I’ve never eaten rabbit in my life and decided to try it last summer when I spied a whole frozen bunny in my local ‘non-union’ meat market.

It’s still in the freezer. Either I can’t figure out what to do with it, or can’t bring myself to eat it. It’s poor little frozen legs sticking out of the plastic bag like a zombie. And for some reason, when shoving it under the frozen peas, I keep thinking cat.

And it wasn’t a cheap piece of meat. I was a bit surprised at the price.

To EZnSF:

I believe that, traditionally, you are supposed to eat rabbit for dinner at Easter time.

Ah, EZnSF, I wouldn’t let the meat go to waste if I were you. Put hasenpfeffer on your menu so that the poor thing will not have died in vain! Besides, rabbit tastes NOTHING like cat*. Rabbits taste of wholesome lettuces and fresh carrot tops, while cat tastes of stale kibble and butt. As they saying goes, you are what you eat.

*Of course, this is purely hypothetical. I’ve tried rabbit and it is good, but easy to overcook because it tends to be lean. It works well in stews. I’ve never been hungry enough to try cat, but since we have 5 of them, I rest comfortably in the knowledge that we won’t starve immediately, if the Apocalypse strikes… 😉

1200?! Thems a lot of bunnies. Ru has had all his teeth out except the pointy ones as well. He managed to down a young bird the other day, I believe. He was the only one outside and a bird showed up in the “offering space” outside the deck door. It must have been previously injured or ill. He normally sticks to snakes…

I had hasenpfeffer for Easter dinner once. My hostess gleefully announced the butcher had pronounced her “sick” when she placed the order.

Whoa! Allen’s wolf baby is all growed up:

You mean to tell me hasenpfeffer wasn’t a product of Bugs Bunny’s imagination?

I’m glad it got through Weasel. Yep, he turned into a real sweetheart. It took me reading up on wolves to figure out some of his behavior. That boy’s current project is a hole to China. He’s also incredibly shy. I hadn’t realized wolves are actually quite shy creatures.

My Nonna used to make rabbit with olives and mint, stemperata style.

nom nom nom

I still cook it for my mom when we’re feeling nostalgic.

“I’ve never eaten rabbit in my life and decided to try it last summer…”

Oooh, it’s good! Stewed in cider or with pork belly. Yum!