Monday May 21st 2012 Tim
I could mention the foods that
Rabbit eat. The list is a long one, and it can get deeply depressing for
those prone to anxiety or to an expectation of reward from days and days
of weeding, or fairness, or decency or any other one of those frailties.
Yet, there is good news for some, because once a Rabbit is safely inside
the Vegetable Garden fencing, that list of foods is reduced to things
planted only in rows. And I guess there's that argument which
suggests, if a Rabbit doesn't eat it, why the hell should we.
After all, our species invented the shovel and the Igloo, and some still
will insist that forty odd years ago Humans not Rabbits walked on the
More likely, Rabbits came into being
long before we did, and not only could they see better in the dawn and dusk
and at nighttime, they were also closer to the ground and sneakier than we
are. Which meant that we had to learn to eat what Rabbit's did not eat.
Things like fried eggs or Rabbit and bacon stew. But I have to hope
our manners are better than theirs. They eat the Bean Sprout, we at least
wait for the Bean to struggle on through bloom, battle the beetles and
borers and other poxes, through drought or too much rain, try to make their
seeds, before we take our turn at them. If I had to be a vegetable,
rather than a bird, I'd prefer to be a goddam Lettuce, which Rabbit here
seem not that fond of.