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Buying Rabbits

3/19/09

I love the Moors…They seem to carry all the mystery and dignity of Africa and foreign conquests about them and they are wonderfully made and fine looking and self respecting. The color is very beautiful but the foreign element spoils it at every turn.


This morning Hanane’s mom and I went to the weekly souk for rabbits, turkeys, and chickens while her Dad went to the souk for sheep, donkey’s and camels about three kilometers away. So my plans to buy a small donkey were foiled…for now. In the picture above you can see Khadjia driving a hard bargain with the rabbit seller.

I tried to snap some surreptitious photos while we were there, but my phone camera takes pretty dark pictures and I didn’t want to drive up the price by taking a bunch of photos so I left my normal camera at home.

The market was filled with turkeys, chickens, eggs ready to hatch, rabbits, and lots of people. We thought about buying turkeys too, since they are a pretty good business because they feed themselves, but they have a knack for being absconded with. So we passed on the turkeys for the moment. Incidentally, Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be the official bird of the United States, he said it was more noble than the carrion eating scavenger, the bald eagle. I would say for the last eight years, a turkey would have been fine. The market reminded me of a quote from a book I just read called The Exiles. It was written about Tangier, Morocco by Richard Harding Davis in 1894. In the book he says that Moroccos beauty “lies in so many different things- in the monk like garb of the men and the white muffled figures of the women; in the brilliancy of its sky and the sea dashing upon the rocks and tossing feluccas with their three cornered sails from side to side; and in the green towers of the mosques, and the listless leaves of the royal palms rising from the center of a mass of white roofs; and, above all, in the color and movement of the bazaars and streets. ”

I also liked this quote:

The greatest number of people in the world prefer the most highly civilized places of the world, because they know what sorts of things are going to happen there, and because they also know by experience that those are the sorts of things they like. A very few people prefer barbarous and utterly uncivilized portions of the globe, for the reason that they recieve while there new impressions, and because they like the unexpected better than a routine existence, no matter how pleasant the routine may be. But the most interesting places of all to study are those in which the savage and the cultivated man lie down together and try to live together in unity. This is so because we learn from such places just how far a man of cultivation lapses into barbarism when he associates with savages, and how far the remnants of his former civilization will have influence uon the barbarians among whom he has come to live.

The quote at the top of this post is also from the same book.

So we ended up buying three pregnant females and one male. Thier names are in honor of those who have recently donated to this site, so don’t think that a donation gets you nothing! (Donate at Existensis.com if you are reading this elsewhere!)

So with no further ado, I introduce… Big Guy, Bambi, Candy, and Marshmellow. Those who donate now will give their names to the babies when they come! And if you donate enough, I will name the donkey or maybe some future goats for you!

Once again, life has proven to be stranger than I could have written a story about. I adopted a bunny as my logo and studied arabic but had no idea I would become a rabbit farmer in Morocco.

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Vago Damitio

Damitio  (@vagodamitio) is the Editor-in-Chief for Vagobond. Life is good. You can also find him on Google+ and at Facebook

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