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Oh dear! I think if my pet rabbit's throat was cut in front of me, I'd be Seriously Traumatised. For Ever.sejintenej wrote:FWIW, cutting a rabbit's throat as explained is not the best way; a quick twist of the neck is instantaneous and beleived to be painfree. Then you can bleed them etc.
sort of 'Silence of the Bunnies'jhopgood wrote:We still eat rabbit but I remember Xmas 1959 when I was just back from my first term at CH. Parents working and everyone else at school so I was alone in the house when my Grandfather arrived. He was an infrequent visitor so I was surprised. He asked me where the rabbits were and I discovered that my father had two rabbits in a hutch in the garden shed.sejintenej wrote:How we loved rabbits when I was at primary school. At least twice a term they would send round rabbit stew for lunch and our antiquated teacher would be taken over all funny - rolling on the floor sweating like a whatever-it-is. We would get two days off whilst she recovered from her allergic attack.Angela Woodford wrote: And I do remember all sorts of things hanging outside the butcher's shop. Rabbits, ooh! You're right, everyone seemed much healthier - but remember the great Smog of '63? i know it was a terrible time for vulnerable people, but I and my schoolfriends loved it as we groped our way to school, from lamp post to lamp post..
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Can't remember what it tasted like - long pig I suppose.
He opened the cage, gave me one to hold and grabbed the other either by its ears or rear feet, I can't remember. Then with his penknife, he cut its throat and split it down the middle, gave it to me to hold and did the same with the second. I was surprised to say the least.
He scrapped out some innards, I think, tied the feet together and told me to hang them up in the larder and tell my father that he'd done it when he came home. Ten minute visit and he didn't even bring the bags of cockles, winkles, whelks etc that he normally did. I suppose it didn't phase me too much as I hadn't reared them but my brothers and sisters were upset. We still had them for dinner.
During my time at CH there was a contemporary, Howland, I think, who used to set rabbit traps around the school with loops of wire. I saw the first he caught which he pronounced to have mixamatosis, and he stopped laying the traps after that.
My wife uses rabbit in paella.