I cannot feel overly superior to the mediterraneans eating the songbirds. Back when I was BB gun age I was the terror of the local songbird population.

My buddies and I set up a blind behind our chicken pen and shot all comers. My Great Aunt Carrie was also implicated because she would clean and bake (I think) the birdies for us. They were wonderful!

With a nod to my friend hoJo's earlier post, my recollection is that they tasted just like baked chicken...Geo