Yesterday, a colleague kindly gave me two pheasants. I promptly took them home, skinned them and cut off the breasts and legs. For some reason I'm fascinated by where meat actually comes from, and there's a certain sense of pride in being able to take something animal shaped and turn it into food. Rob and Chris holed up in the living room 'til the smell was gone - Rob has seen me do this before, and in fairness, Chris did venture into the kitchen for a short while, just to see.
I left the stripped carcasses in a bin across the road from our flat, as an offering to the local fox. By this morning the bin had been emptied. I hope the fox got there first.
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