charlie, time for a true story about cooking crows. When my dad came home from the war, I was 13, and my dad, a bomber pilot, had spent 3 1/2 years as a POW in Stalag Luft III of The Great Escape fame. He would tell us kids when we turned up our noses that you can learn to eat anything. "I can eat anything," he said. I shot a young crow one day and when skinned thought it looked a lot like a spruce partridge. I cooked it and set it out with fixings when dad came home at lunch. He ate it without batting an eye. I never had the nerve to tell him, not even when I nursed him round-the clock for the last year of his life. my dad was quite a guy, charlie, but couldn't shoot or fish worth a damn. If you get a chance read about him in the book A Gallant Company, The Men of the The Great Escape by Jonathan F. Vance. It's the story of the most famous prison escape of all time.
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