Lately, for a variety of reasons raising rabbits has not been very fun. I even advertised a herd dispersal sale. But wait! I originally started raising rabbits as a way to recapture those peaceful and fun moments I had with Pete, a rabbit my dad gave me for Easter when I was six years old. He was red and I used to laugh at his antics when he ran free in the backyard. I would call his name, and he would come running and jump into his pen. He was my best buddy. But now the fun has been consumed with combating the pasteurella virus, cleaning cages, and record keeping.
I have decided I either need to sell all the rabbits or find a way to rediscover the original fun. My plan:
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AuthorEvan Hackett is an English teacher and Dodgers' fan who raises New Zealand red rabbits for replacement breeding stock, show, and the dinner table. Archives
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