Here in New Zealand, it is already August 12th the official start of Britain’s 121-day-long grouse shooting season and always known as The Glorious 12th.
According to The Telegraph “The sport, which always begins on August 12th each year, has been an integral part of the countryside calendar for decades, although having once been an aristocratic hobby, it’s increasingly at the centre of rows over animal cruelty and class.”
If you are interested you can read more about this bird here.
Many years ago as a new bride, I was called by my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman) to go to Euston Station in London to pick up a brace of grouse that he had shot the day before. So with father, we took off to do just that.
But I asked, what to do with the birds and was told by my DYS that they should be kept in a dark cupboard and hung up by their feet until the feet fell off, at which time they would be ready for plucking etc.
And would he be home by that time, I asked. Oh yes, don’t worry about that was his reply.
So following instructions, we hung the birds in the cupboard under the stairs until DYS came home and dealt with them. I can’t say that I enjoyed the resultant meal. The bird was far too gamey for me, but this is yet another memory to put into my memory chest.
“Circumstances or peoplecan take away yourmaterial possessions,
they can take away your money andthey can take away your health.
But no one can ever take away yourprecious memories.So, don’t forget to make time and take theopportunities
to make memories every day.”Judith Baxter 1938 –
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Note – Photo of Red Grouse courtesy of Wikipedia