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  1. dragonet2

    May 29, 2009 at 5:16am

    The feral cats are slipping

    because when I went out to put something in a car last week, I almost stepped on an itty bitty bun-rab. And then almost fell on my back in a startle. With my arms full of a box or two.

    Dr. P tried to declare that the yard was a wildlife refuge and he couldn’t mow it anymore. Like that works. We just ask that he do his best to scare the bunnies before running them over, but the one I saw was old enough that it would not be in peril from the mower.

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      allisonstein

      May 29, 2009 at 1:18pm

      Having been raised on a “wabbit wanch,” all I can say is that “dey’s good eatin’!”

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      • nkcmike

        May 29, 2009 at 1:25pm

        Yes, they are. And I haven’t had any in a VERY long time.

        Hmmmm. I wonder where I’d get some if I wanted it. No, I’m not inclined to trap or shoot the ones in the neighborhood. I was thinking more along the lines of meat markets or restaurants. I once knew a man who raised them, but that was several decades ago.

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  2. tmc4242

    May 29, 2009 at 5:08pm

    The first thought that came to mind was “It’s Wabbit Season”.

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