Last night a lady brought us an injured bunny. It was after nine p.m. Looking around our kitchen, she said, "So this is it?" She'd expected a clinic, staff, that hospital smell. Instead she got us in all our barefoot glory after a hot, humid day. It occurred to me then that I should put together a list of expectations people have of us and how
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That's a comfort!
Our theory on meat has always been: know where it comes from and how it was raised and processed, waste as little as possible and eat with the utmost respect.
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Any animal issues I've had lately, I've had to call the game warden--I found a deer stuck in a frozen river. And I called the town clerk about a skunk that looked rabid--supposedly our town health officer takes care of things like that.
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