Warning: if you have a thing for cute small wild animals you may not want to read this post. I lack sentimentality. Don’t worry, there are no photos (I have no idea which box the camera cable is in).
So we moved to the country. And my cats couldn’t be happier. Particularly the 3-legged boy cat, Blitzen. (For those that don’t know he had his leg amputated a couple of years ago after an altercation with a motor vehicle.) As my vet says “Nobody told him he’s missing a leg.” As far as I can tell his main disability is an inability to scratch his right ear.
Blitzen has been hunting. He brings me dead chipmunks. But I know he also catches mice. I don’t think he eats them but the local crow population are onto him and clean up.
One thing our new place has is rabbits and hares. We’ve seen the cats eyeing them and even chasing them but figure they might be a bit big. Nevertheless, Mat and I were joking the other day that if Blitzen managed to catch a rabbit, we’d learn how to skin it.
Tonight was the night. He caught a little rabbit and very kindly left it by the back door for us.
We pulled out the John Seymour book on self-sufficiency, and the Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall cookbook, opened a couple of beers and got to work. Well, Mat got to work and I read directions from the books and took the guts back out to the field for the crows.
This is a pretty small rabbit. Not really a meal for 3 people. But we are all pretty excited about fresh rabbit caught by the cat and skinned by us.
Oh, and we’re going to pick up some pigs on Sunday. In the station wagon (estate car for the Brits) because that’s all we have and we’re weird like that.
Note: I’ve edited the link for the H F-W cookbook. I had the wrong book in there yesterday. And in relation to Audrey’s comment, we have no desire to get into major hog farming. We’re talking about 2 pigs. Heritage breed. Free range.