The Fur Flies

My son is eleven. Over the years his interest in food and respect for where it comes from has only increased, and I am happy for that. I can only hope that this will lead to a healthy diet ands healthy future.

So today, with the help of his uncle (whom we are helping on the farm here) and an air rifle, he shot, skinned and gutted his first rabbit.

Bunny-killer, ques’que c’est?



  1. Gross!!!!!!!

    Only kidding . . . . sort of! He COULD do it without the smile though . . . .

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