To stop a woodcock on the wing as it pitches over the willows is no simple thing, and he who does it handily is, in one respect, greater than he who ruleth a kingdom.

And, at the table--but why talk of the woodcock?
There are other game birds for the eating, good in their various degrees, but the woodcock is not classed with them.

In him is the flavoring drawn by his long bill from the very heart of the earth, the very aroma of nature, and all richness.

They ate peacocks' brains in Caesar's time.

Later, they found there was something greater in the ortolan, and in some of the similar smaller things which fly.