Some of you already know this little story, but stay with me if you don’t.
During the summer we would get out of the house a good bit. In the evening, we would go on long walks to the fields where Matt was working or to the shop. Along the way we always would encounter many cottontail rabbits. They were everywhere.
Ruby would ask about them, how they ate, pooped, lived, etc. We would talk about them each time we walked. As time went on, she decided that she wanted to catch one. She nearly caught one many times. I finally asked her what she was going to do if she caught it. I was thinking that she would reply that she wanted it as a pet or would like to pet it.
Her response:
Eat it.
My response: Okay. We’ll work on that.
From that moment on she talked about going rabbit hunting. She wanted to shoot a rabbit and eat it. Specifically cook it over a fire and eat it.
I mean…we do see a good bit of this:
And this:
We also talk in great detail about where our food comes from, how it is grown, harvested and processed. We talk about how chicken meat is grown, milk is made, vegetables harvested and even down to how salt is mined. She is very curious about all the processes. She’s also seen a great deal of death of animals on the ranch. It comes with living on one.
Matt finally got his small game license in October and they went.
They didn’t have to go very far and came back very excited.
She was really proud. She also had to help clean it. She was very interested in the process and wanted to see the guts and more specifically the small intestines.
She really wanted to cook it over a fire and spit. We have a little fire pit but don’t have a spit, so we cooked it in the crockpot. She didn’t like that idea and doesn’t want to do it again unless she can cook it outside. Something along these lines:
We’ll work on that Rabbit Commander, we’ll work on that.
