Birds
Well I live in a village which is in the countryside. (This may be logical to most, but in England many villages are just small commuter towns). The family doesn't tend to buy meat, they get it from the grandmother next door who keeps a variety of birds for food. Most weeks we will have turkey and on Sunday we had duck. Yesterday we had pheasant from an uncle.
This morning I was surprised to hear some-one come into the house and call for Lida. It was the uncle again with a pheasant. Since Lida wasn't there, he gave it to me. I am not silly, but what on earth do you do with a dead pheasant!? I was trully stumped, standing there in my PJs trying to figure out what to do with it. I eventually found a place for it...
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My grandfather worked as head gardener on a stately home just outside Peterborough. One Christmas, when I was about 10, his boss gave him two pheasants, presumably shot recently on a hunt and thus unplucked. Grandad must've plucked them himself as we did eat them - and they were nice.
I bet your hosts won't offer you a hoopoe or a hoatzin, though.
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