David has a good appetite. He is on steroids and can clear a plate of mince pies whilst I am still considering which one to take....for this reason I asked him what he would like as this years bird....he has always disliked turkey so I was amazed by his choice but after seeing various adverts on the TV he would like the three bird option. A large bird filled by a smaller bird inside a gigantic bird.
Well ok I am giving him everything he wants right now so I ordered one. It arrived yesterday and the first anxiety was whether it would go in the fridge! It did. Just. I have yet to read what poor birds are crammed inside the large one....I shall have to read the instructions before starting....
I just hope they haven't crammed a robin in there!
Another of U A Fanthorps wonderful Christmas poems. The Robin.
I am the proper
Bird for this season
Not blessed St Turkey
Born to be eaten
I'm man's inedible
Permanent bird
I dine in his garden
My spoon is his spade
I'm the true token
Of Christ the Christ-King
I nest in man's stable
I eat at man's table
Through all his dark winters
I sing.
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2 comments:
As a vegetarian I read the first part of your post with a shudder. The second part however, is lovely.
So very true.that really is the essence of 'robin'.
B y the way. the one in your picture doesn't look like any robin I've ever seen.
Just saying.
I do see what you mean.....it looks damp!
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