Protein Conversion - the final step.

Rabbit-Barley Stew with homemade bread and a few other accouterments

What made me post this process is that I have managed to reach 45 years of age without ever having dressed and prepared anything more ambitious than the occasional trout. 

I imagine that my friends reading the last few posts have reactions that fall within this range: 

Those that are repulsed at my barbarism.

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Those that think that I must have some sort of learning disability not to have done this in my teens or earlier.

While I consider the butchering and preparing of this rabbit to be personal milestone for me, I did not take it's life.  It was a gift from my dog.  The hunt is for another day.

Further adventures of converting rabbit protein into human protein.

I wasn't kidding.

A Gift from my Basset.

Mike so loves me that he brought me a bunny.  So show my appreciation for his gift, I am going to eat it.

Osage orange feast.

Found this huge pile of scraps out at the lake. Porcupine?

More fish parts.

Fish parts.

Bird's Nest Fungus

The Girl found this group of Crucibulum Bird's Nest Fungus in our backyard. To give you some idea of the scale, the jagged green in the upper right of the first image is the edge of a strawberry leaf.

Each little cup is filled with minuscule "eggs" - each attached to the cup by a slender cord.

Last year I found a single cup attached to a twig at the local park and showed it to her. She knew exactly what she had found. Sometimes she does listen.