It’s not often I stop at the side of the road to pick up a dead bird, but yesterday I did. When I took G to school (yes, he goes on a Saturday!), I noticed a dead pheasant on the road just outside the village. So, on the way back I stopped and picked him up. Bless him, he was still warm! However, he was very dead and it is a shame not to make use of the beautiful feathers that he had.
Apologies to the fainthearted.