Makes me think about how many animals are bought but then not taken care of properly. All kinds. That's one of the reasons that I am pet curmudgeon. I don't really understand why people need to have animals, of any kind, in their house. I said I was a curmudgeon.
One of my father's uncles, Carmine from Marineo outside Palermo, kept a few rabbits. During one of our visits to Babylon, Long Island NY I played with them inside their hutches. I was about 7 or 8 years old and loved animals but because we lived in a tenement building in Brooklyn NY there was no room for pets or "back yards" for dogs, etc. After a couple of hours we all gathered around to watch the older men play bocci and then washed our hands and sat down to dinner. My mother placed a "chicken" leg & thigh in my plate and after one bite I told her that I did not like the way it tasted. She squeezed half a lemon on the "chicken" & said "eat it" in a stern voice which I did. Several years after, I found out that my "gamy" chicken dinner was from the rabbits I had been playing with. The rabbit (conigliaro) is a perfectly acceptable food in Siciy. I still will not eat it today.
Oh dear, a kinda sad story, but not an uncommon one, Anthony. Thanks for sharing. We found a country restaurant in Italy that served boar, rabbit and veal. Why "That's what we get in this area," said the chef. I didn't have the rabbit.
No good deed goes unpunished. My parents weren't pet people. When I was very young, my request for a pet resulted in a parakeet and a goldfish...not a lot of interaction capable with either, but still responsible for periodically cleaning the cage and goldfish bowl. Thank God, I still had a few stuffed animals to talk to. As for rabbits, the East Side is one big warren.
Such a cute and realistic bunny story.
Happy Belated Easter Blessings... from Florida.
Lora
Thanks, Lora. Un grande abbraccio
Makes me think about how many animals are bought but then not taken care of properly. All kinds. That's one of the reasons that I am pet curmudgeon. I don't really understand why people need to have animals, of any kind, in their house. I said I was a curmudgeon.
Anyway, a belated happy Easter.
It's hard to disagree, Mike, though so many benefit by their companionship. Happy Spring, Happy Golf.
One of my father's uncles, Carmine from Marineo outside Palermo, kept a few rabbits. During one of our visits to Babylon, Long Island NY I played with them inside their hutches. I was about 7 or 8 years old and loved animals but because we lived in a tenement building in Brooklyn NY there was no room for pets or "back yards" for dogs, etc. After a couple of hours we all gathered around to watch the older men play bocci and then washed our hands and sat down to dinner. My mother placed a "chicken" leg & thigh in my plate and after one bite I told her that I did not like the way it tasted. She squeezed half a lemon on the "chicken" & said "eat it" in a stern voice which I did. Several years after, I found out that my "gamy" chicken dinner was from the rabbits I had been playing with. The rabbit (conigliaro) is a perfectly acceptable food in Siciy. I still will not eat it today.
Oh dear, a kinda sad story, but not an uncommon one, Anthony. Thanks for sharing. We found a country restaurant in Italy that served boar, rabbit and veal. Why "That's what we get in this area," said the chef. I didn't have the rabbit.
No good deed goes unpunished. My parents weren't pet people. When I was very young, my request for a pet resulted in a parakeet and a goldfish...not a lot of interaction capable with either, but still responsible for periodically cleaning the cage and goldfish bowl. Thank God, I still had a few stuffed animals to talk to. As for rabbits, the East Side is one big warren.
HaHa, the pets sent you on a lifetime of responsibility. We had guppies and an ant farm and a turtle and a lizard when I was a kid. Another story
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Yup
Experiences can be learned from, and this experience was one for the books. I had my morning chuckles and shall move on.
You need a pet rabbit
A psychiatrist might do.
HaHa.