I’ll have to begin by warning you… I am a city girl from a small town, but compared to where I am now that may as well be Los Angeles. Today I had a true country experience. I am still in awe.
Perhaps most people wouldn’t use the term “awe” for what I am about to share and yet I feel it’s the most appropriate. Here goes… you’ll be horrified or intrigued…. But nowhere in between.
Here is how it all played it out…
I was in the bathroom, gazing out the window at my garden as I brushed my teeth for the second time that day. I stared in horror as Mama Bunny and her four offspring bounced around my garden sampling a little of this and a little of that. I instantly understood what had happened to all those carrots I planted, never mind the stubs of cauliflower and kale that had previously been unexplained.
Toothpaste dripped from my chin, it was one of those jaw dropping moments.
That poor little garden was under attack, and I was slacking as its protector.
While I didn’t grab the gun myself I urged that an action be taken. I primitively suggested killing, but then resorted to suggesting we build a fence. It’s the country. Out here its eat or be eaten. So I stood on the deck and watched.
I stared at that cute little brown bunny gorging itself on all my newly sprung greens as the rifle was raised and the bunny’s chest sighted. WHAM. Little bunny chest exploded in a spray of red, painting the dirt so to speak.
One little twitch of what was left of its life and that was it.
I don’t know what I expected. I hate to admit it, but I half expected the shot to miss. I thought the rabbit would run off into the wild while the gun and its bullets pursued in vain, much like most Hollywood films.
It was nothing like that. It was one clean shot right through the heart.
The offspring scattered to all four corners of the yard after the scary shot gun went off.
All except one, he wasn’t too scared, he decided to scamper only a few feet away and watch to see what else would happen. Not sure if he saw the bullet coming his way or not. It was so quick and he was so small it was over in a second.
If you kill it you eat it- that’s the rule. No pointless killing.
I watched in awe and horror as the rabbit was gutted. I have never before in my life seen anything so gruesome and yet so fascinating. The knife slit straight down the underbelly, one hand held the hind legs and the other pulled out the vital organs and intestines. I was shocked. Maybe I still am. A rabbit gutted doesn’t look a whole lot different than a human. I have seen intestines before, strung along the Los Angeles freeway stuck to a car that had been in huge wreck resulting in several fatalities. The little bunny intestines I saw today were much the same. Its eerie.
Of course it also looked a lot like a roasted chicken when I saw the ribcage. It made me realize how small some of our evolutionary differences are, and that is frightening.
After the gutting process which I managed to watch without vomiting, there came the decapitation and skinning. It wasn’t until the bunny’s head had been separated from its body that I realized it still had greens in its mouth. It had died mid-munch. Does that mean it died happy? I know it means death was instant for which I am thankful. Yet I couldn’t help my morbid curiosity, so I took several pictures of the bunny post mortem munch…
The rabbit skinning process is not for the faint. Might not be for me either, but being a city girl I had to prove that I could hold my own out here with these tough country folk/hunters. I was surprised over and over again as I watched the rabbit’s fur peel away from its body. It reminded me of a trip to the museum when I saw the Bodies in Motion science exhibit- all these human corpses skinned and infused with plastic to display the inner workings. I felt like I was seeing that all over again but with a rabbit, again not much different than what I saw in human form at a museum.
The incredibly creepy part came when the rabbit meat was being sectioned off, the decapitated body began to ripple and twitch. It wasn’t involuntary. The headless body looked like it was trying to hop away from the flaying knife. How is that possible?
Watching some of the rabbit’s back meat writhe of its own accord made me think about the meat that scientists made in a petri dish. You guys read about that? Its meat that responds and wiggles to music. Eew. Yet, watching this rabbit flesh gyrate I began to think that meat can respond to stimuli and have a survival instinct of its own accord without a brain.
Not sure I ever thought about that before. Flesh functioning without a brain would have seemed ridiculous, but no longer. How long will it be before our genetically modified food is wiggling around like that? After all the molecules harvested for our GMO food are of animal origin and then injected into plants… evolution always wins and this time it might be very interesting to see what our scientific meddling produces long term.
Now I have to find recipes for rabbit stew….
I understand why people are vegetarians and vegans.
If we all had to kill our own chickens and eat them we’d consume a lot less chicken.
Its easy to buy a prepackaged bit of meat, or protein as health enthusiasts may refer to it as, but the truth of the matter is none of us at the grocery store have to endure the killing process.
And it IS A PROCESS.
Its not just the killing, which is what I have learned.
It’s the killing, the gutting, the skinning or plucking, the cutting, the sectioning of body parts and transforming the body into an edible chunk of meat.
After going through all of this I think everyone should have to kill what they eat. At least once. If we did it all the time we might all turn vegan (hahahhaha)….
It would create conscious eating and therefore be better for our bodies. We would then really only eat what we needed and craved. Of course the meat companies (like Tyson) would suffer a major profit loss. It’s easy to eat fried and already dead meat, but to have a hand in the process from life to death… that’s hard. Grocery shopping is too easy. Anything easy is not worth having, it’s the things you work hard for that you learn to value and appreciate.