You’d think a rabbit wouldn’t need a manual, or, a field trip

You would think, rabbits being known for what they’re known for, that they wouldn’t need a manual for making more rabbits. And yet, here’s a snap of what appears to be a textbook for that study, taken in the rabbit and chick breeding space at the gorgeous White Oak Pastures in Bluffton, Ga.

 

(Okay, it was on a counter-top before the official entrance to the space. My guess is that a human being kept in on hand for reference. There were a ton of rabbits.)

My snazzy Atlanta foodie friends gave me a hard time (a herd time?) the other night when I told them I was going on a field trip down to White Oak Pasture with a friend who volunteers there, helping with a garden. “You don’t eat meat,” they said, “why would you go to a place that produces sustainable beef, lamb, and poultry?” Ah, the word is sustainable. And just because I don’t eat them doesn’t change the fact that most other people do. And they might as well eat well raised, humanely killed, safe-to-eat animals. (You know they don’t grow under plastic wrap. C’mon.)

And it was a beautiful winter southern day, and I went with a friend, and I met Will Harris who owns the place and is this generation of many generations of cattle farming, and his daughter Jenni, who is the next generation of same and also runs the place. And we talked about all kinds of things. And it was a lovely day.

And since when does okra grow on tree-like things, y’all? (I bought some okra. I love okra. It was humanely pickled.)