The great thing about being from a large family that’s filled with love and laughter is that even when you’re poor growing up, you never really realize it.  Mom and Dad did everything they could to make ends meet.  We had a huge garden wherever we lived, there was canning and freezing to be done, and at one point we even raised rabbits for food.

It never really bothered me to eat rabbit – my favorite was rabbit noodle soup.  However, our rabbit meals suddenly stopped one day when one of my brothers sat down at the table and innocently asked, “Mom! Which one is this?  The white one or the brown one?”

And thus ended our foray into barbecued bunny.  The Urban Chickens Network blog makes the point in a much less brutal way in Backyard Bunnies are NOT the Next Urban Chicken,

Urban chickens will provide a regular supply of protein-packed eggs for at least three years (sometimes much longer) and there’s no blood on your hands. Raising chickens means entering a nurturing relationship with an animal that rewards you sustainably and over time.

Bunnies, on the other hand, only give up their protein once: and that’s after the slaughter.

I think having a chicken would be pretty neat, but like my Mom I don’t think I could ever raise bunnies for meat again.

Photo by notsogoodphotography via flickr creative commons
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H/T Brittney’s Shared Items.