I once saw a pheasant lying dead in the road with its mate going frantic. I stopped the car and picked up the dead bird and put it in the boot, in the hope that its mate would stop running into the road to squark at it. I cried all the way home. But waste not want not, I plucked and gutted it and it made a fine meal. (Isn't that just awful of me...lol)

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If we are what we eat...I'm fast, cheap and easy ( and horseman12 will have to change his nic to hellsbells )