Hopalong Causually
Loving the herd life
Without question, I got into this rabbit raising hobby to grow some of my own meat and KNOW where it came from. What I didn't expect is the extent to which the dadburned things grow on you. I don't have a great deal of trouble butchering at the conclusion of grow-out time, but my breeders have been around for several years now and you get to know them individually. And, most surprisingly to me, THEY get to know You, too. My breeders immediately recognize my wife and I and just about beg for us to give them their daily treat of sunflower seeds and hay. My buck, in particular, desires to be petted and given his sunflower seeds so much that he'll grab the wire door with his teeth and pull on it before I can get the latch open. They'll follow us around the rabbit shed hugging the side of the cage nearest us. But if anybody else enters the shed, they cower in a corner and won't budge. Sometimes I wish they just weren't so much like pets.