Hang on. That slab was $2? Are they dairy cattle? Are they downer cattle? Seriously, I was a butcher in another lifetime and that’s incredibly cheap. Even for untrimmed, band saw cuts like Luna’s munching.
All I know is that he goes into the freezer and comes out with a big bony bit, and then Luna “woo-woos” and paws at it for awhile to make sure that it’s dead before trotting off with it.
I don’t think there’s as much meat on that rack as there appears to be. It’s mostly just bone. Parts of which are now buried far and wide.
I looked more closely at the ribs. It looks like the Luna has the rib bone and the choice cuts were sawn off. Jeez, I can’t believe I’m making a vegetarian discuss this stuff. Your picture triggered some random memories of hefting sides of beef and so on. I’m quite willing to let this thread die.
Albert recently decided that our bristly doormat makes a good bed.
If you are wondering why the doormat is inside the house, take a good look at Luna’s sizable mouth above, and tell me how long you think a doormat would last.
Alas, Albert can no longer do “crunchy.” He might someday learn to shift everything directly to his remaining back teeth to chew, but for now he still tries to chew with his front teeth, and he no longer has any bottom ones.
We soak his alfalfa pellets to break them up, and everything else gets chopped fine. Albert’s favorite treat is licorice, which now has to be cut up into small bits.
Albert is not quite middle-aged. Which is to say he is three years old, and should live to about eight or so.
Rabbits are very susceptable to a bacteria called pasturella (it’s the same bacteria that cause cat scratches to get infected). Post-mortum studies have found that anywhere from 30%-90% of rabbits harbor pasturella in their sinus cavity. Obviously, in most rabbits it just sits there. Unfortunately, in some rabbits it cause a host of diseases. Albert had a really bad case of pasturella caused “sniffles” (a really snotty nose and weepy eyes) at six-months-old. We nursed him through that. He then had a year of so without problems, followed by occassional mild bouts of sniffles. Then came the tooth absesses, also pasturella caused.
Long story short, he’s got a disease that can only be treated, not cured, and we’ll keep taking care of the symptoms as they show up.
Luna’s not a gorger. She eats what she wants, when she wants. Bones get knawed on, then buried, then dug up and knawed on again – sometimes for several days.
The big problem with this, aside from the holes she digs, is that now half the critters in the neighborhood eat out of her dish as well – cats, birds, paddymelons, you name it.
We have some cats like that, that is, with self control at the food bowl. Others, well, if there’s food available, they’ll eat it. The outside cat we feed devours most everything we give him, but any remains feed possums, raccoons, and those damn starlings. We have pheasants in our yard, but I haven’t seen them go for the cat food. These are city critters, mind you. Our yard is tiny.
is so jealous (or would be they paid any attention to computer screens).
Our local butcher sells large-chunk-o’-cow-parts for two dollars each. Luna regularly gets a thigh bone, but this time got back ribs.
Unfortunately, the previous bone (a thigh bone) ended up burried in the rhubarb Imogen had just planted. The rhubarb did not survive the excavation.
A thigh bone is a big ole thing. I’m not surprised the rhubarb got the worst of it.
The woods cough up various animals parts for free. Most days the area around the house looks like a paleontologist’s worksite.
Hang on. That slab was $2? Are they dairy cattle? Are they downer cattle? Seriously, I was a butcher in another lifetime and that’s incredibly cheap. Even for untrimmed, band saw cuts like Luna’s munching.
All I know is that he goes into the freezer and comes out with a big bony bit, and then Luna “woo-woos” and paws at it for awhile to make sure that it’s dead before trotting off with it.
I don’t think there’s as much meat on that rack as there appears to be. It’s mostly just bone. Parts of which are now buried far and wide.
I looked more closely at the ribs. It looks like the Luna has the rib bone and the choice cuts were sawn off. Jeez, I can’t believe I’m making a vegetarian discuss this stuff. Your picture triggered some random memories of hefting sides of beef and so on. I’m quite willing to let this thread die.
Brontosaurus ribs – my favorite!
I think you are confusing Luna with Dino. 😉
Albert recently decided that our bristly doormat makes a good bed.
If you are wondering why the doormat is inside the house, take a good look at Luna’s sizable mouth above, and tell me how long you think a doormat would last.
What was Albert’s party favor? Are his teeth up a crunchy treat?
Alas, Albert can no longer do “crunchy.” He might someday learn to shift everything directly to his remaining back teeth to chew, but for now he still tries to chew with his front teeth, and he no longer has any bottom ones.
We soak his alfalfa pellets to break them up, and everything else gets chopped fine. Albert’s favorite treat is licorice, which now has to be cut up into small bits.
Is Albert, how to say this with offending him, in his Golden Years?
Albert is not quite middle-aged. Which is to say he is three years old, and should live to about eight or so.
Rabbits are very susceptable to a bacteria called pasturella (it’s the same bacteria that cause cat scratches to get infected). Post-mortum studies have found that anywhere from 30%-90% of rabbits harbor pasturella in their sinus cavity. Obviously, in most rabbits it just sits there. Unfortunately, in some rabbits it cause a host of diseases. Albert had a really bad case of pasturella caused “sniffles” (a really snotty nose and weepy eyes) at six-months-old. We nursed him through that. He then had a year of so without problems, followed by occassional mild bouts of sniffles. Then came the tooth absesses, also pasturella caused.
Long story short, he’s got a disease that can only be treated, not cured, and we’ll keep taking care of the symptoms as they show up.
Well, he’s a lucky bunny, even with the health problems, to hang out with such capable and caring people.
Hi keres. Albert looks just a cute as ever.
Luna looks like she’s settled in for some serious gnawing. She have slept the rest of the day after chowing down on that mess of ribs.
Luna’s not a gorger. She eats what she wants, when she wants. Bones get knawed on, then buried, then dug up and knawed on again – sometimes for several days.
The big problem with this, aside from the holes she digs, is that now half the critters in the neighborhood eat out of her dish as well – cats, birds, paddymelons, you name it.
We have some cats like that, that is, with self control at the food bowl. Others, well, if there’s food available, they’ll eat it. The outside cat we feed devours most everything we give him, but any remains feed possums, raccoons, and those damn starlings. We have pheasants in our yard, but I haven’t seen them go for the cat food. These are city critters, mind you. Our yard is tiny.
Luna, during the recent cold snap (it’s Spring, dog gammit, what’s with the hail and frost?)