
Last week I rather inexplicably received the following email from a young lady called Erica. It's about the French culture of eating a rather tiny songbird called an ortolan, and was sent to me with no introduction, no preamble, no how's-yer-father, not a thing. The only (tenuous) connection I can imagine is that the practise of scoffing lickle birdies was mentioned briefly in a comments thread months ago, but that's about it. And yet the whole thing was too bizarre and too fantastically silly to simply delete. So, erm, here you have it, readers of Toad, enjoy: [...]