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Mysterious birds lurking in the grass of St John’s Park. New Town, July 2010.

I think that these fellows are finches, but I cannot be sure. If there are any keen-eyed twitchers out there who can identify these buggers and set me straight as to whether they taste nice when battered and deep fried, I’d be most appreciative.

That said, I have yet to find a substance that does not taste better battered and deep fried. Indeed, it is the key reason that I do not own a deep fryer.

Comments

Magpie said…
I agree...battered and fried. Mmmmm good...and why I also don't own a deep fryer. :)
smudgeon said…
European Goldfinch (Carduelis carduelis). Introduced. Crunchy.
Roddy said…
They look to me like Gaudion Finches.
As for deep fried, I don't know2 that they would have enough meat on their bones.
Still, I have known some to eat Sparrow.r
Tom said…
they do look a lot like finches. or sparrows, which we have in the states...thick as flies. everything tastes good deep fried, even a nice crunchy beak
There is a saying that in the south (US) even water is deep fried.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, deep fryers are dangerous!

Me, that explains why none of my Australian Birds books had it there! I will snare a few for Sunday roast.

Roddy, gaudy finches? Hoiw rude!

Tom, I save the beaks for Ez.

Misfit in Paradise, deep fried water? Sounds interesting...

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