I never spare the readies at Xmas, me. Every year I take the family on the bus into town for a slap up meal at the local Harvester. They can literally have anything on the menu. It’s my treat.
I remember when we used to get one for Xmas...alive. My dad would have the knife and I'd have to hold the legs....tasted good with roast potatoes once I'd overcome the trauma...was around 14 years old
Chickens widely available mate I kid you not we even have them wondering our estate as a few people keep them Turkey, for Muslim's, ain't easy to get
Our milkman used to sell them..I knew it was going to be a bloodbath as soon as I saw him walking up the garden with a violently active potato sack over his shoulder
A family mate used to shoot pheasants locally and drop a few in over Christmas. Unfortunately my dad too lazy to pluck em and prepare them so they'd be left hung up on the front door for weeks on end. Didn't impress the vegetarians in the family.
