This little critter met a sticky end when he tried to waltz off with yet another bird feeder.
Rather than let him go to waste, I soon had him skinned, paunched and butchered.
The next step involved consulting the ‘God of all Things Dead’ aka Mr Billy Rhomboid over at the Kill and Cure blog, and it was decided to crispy fry him in egg, flour and breadcrumbs and serve with a great heap of homemade chips.
Neither Jon or I had eaten squirrel before and it went down a treat. Interestingly it tasted a whole lot like KFC.