Here in the sticks of Norfolk, the villages' Christmas Bingos often have a brace of pheasants as a prize, a male and a female tied together at the neck. Absolutely scrumptious, but the trouble is the young ones nowadays haven't a clue how to pluck and draw a bird. I often wish I'd had a film camera set up to record Smokey-Pokey, Murphy and Minty posting their rats and other victims through the catflap.