Glad you liked the canned roadkill, Pat. I used to live "on Highway 42 just south of Dayton, VA" about a mile away from the poultry processing plant. The handy thing was that we didn't always have to wait for roadkill in order to have something on the supper table. Sometimes a couple of the turkeys would elude the grasp of the workers and escape. The plant management decided that it was not worthwhile to chase down the strays and so the escapees became "fair game" for those of us who lived nearby.