Broga Rabbit Farm

We were at Delicious in Bangsar where my aunt Saro was treating us to the best Lemon Meringue pie, when she mentioned, let's meet up at Broga for some pork knuckles for lunch tomorrow. Not for me, my other half who is a pork-a-holic. For an instance he was undecided, then pork won.

As we were there first, aunt had mentioned earlier about the rabbit farm. I thought it was a fun farm la, something the kids would enjoy. To my dismay, as we drove up, i smelled grilling meat. There it was it, rabbit satay, rabbit salai. Aiya, nvm, skip the dead animals, tho hubs so wanted to try the satay, i steered clear towards the living animals instead. Strangely i didnt take any pics of the hundreds of rabbits there, though they were quite well kept in clean cages and places and we got to sit on stone stools and feed them. Must be the thought that they might get chopped up for the next satay which i dont want to remember them by.




'What you looking at, you think I look funny, u ugly two leggeds? Hand me those green apples in your hand before i butt ya fat asses!'





















Hello there, lady.



























Is that ur old man over there with 'em carrots in his hands, can u get him over here? If you do, il gv you my best smile.
























Like my smile, lady? Those are real vegetarian teeth, u know.




























It was rather the goats and monkeys that amused us, goats-me, monkeys-him, the kids-the spectators of the suddenly-gone-silly amma and papa over farm animals.


'Apa khabar, Dato, lama tak jumpa wo'
Not really.
The little beruk is snatching away cut green apples from the Darwinian evolved big beruk.:)

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