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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.
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Magpie said…
I agree...battered and fried. Mmmmm good...and why I also don't own a deep fryer. :)
6 August 2010 at 12:05
smudgeon said…
European Goldfinch (Carduelis carduelis). Introduced. Crunchy.
6 August 2010 at 12:54
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
6 August 2010 at 18:13
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
7 August 2010 at 06:25
Misfit in Paradise said…
There is a saying that in the south (US) even water is deep fried.
9 August 2010 at 02:15
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...
12 August 2010 at 08:54
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