Years ago, when my mother was living in England a nutty old Aunt from Ireland sent them a home butchered chicken by post.

She said it had been so badly wrapped, that by the time it arrived there was no paper left, it was just a plucked chicken with a bit of string tied around it to which the label was attached. Days travelling across land and sea to reach them - it stank to high heaven. Amazing that their posty actually delivered the thing.