This charming little group is part of the extensive living larder belonging to one of my neighbours. In our small hamlet we only have four neighbours, and each of them has a similar stock of of ready to eat dishes. It certainly accounts for their lack of rubbish in the wheelie bin at the end of the lane. No tins and cardboard containers for them, just a plethora of Davy Crockett hats on the hall hat stand. The larder animals are fed with food that the farmer doesn’t particularly like, and then he eats the animal once it has digested the food which he didn’t like, creating a simple, if rudimentary, dietary ethic. Sentimentality appears to be a controlling force in the diet of people who have never been hungry or who have never faced the prospect of hunger, such as myself. I still think of creatures as helpless and appealing as opposed to part of the food chain to which I undoubtedly belong, which fact would be painfully confirmed by any hungry wolf or shark.However, if I had to compare picture A (above) with picture B (below), I know where my hunger lies at this moment of my life. I’m now setting off to join the owner and devourer of these pretty rabbits to help him crush the grapes that he and his wife picked yesterday, as a prelude to him creating some fine Pineau, which is a local fortified wine created by farmers in the Vendée. No doubt some of it will be included in a delicious rabbit dish.