"But then another man, his forty first friend, arrived an hour ago with three live ortolans in a small pouch - worth up to a hundred dollars each and each no bigger than a thumb. They're brown backed, with pinkish bellies, part of the yellowhammer family, and when they fly, they tend to keep low to the ground and, when the wind is high, swoop crazily for lack of weight.
In all the world, they're reall caught only in the pine forests of the southwestern Landes region of France, by about twenty families who lie in wait for the birds each fall as they fly from Europe to Africa. Once caught - they're literally snatched out of the air in traps called matoles
- they're locked away in a dark room and fattened on millet; to achive the same effect, French kings and Roman emperors once blinded the bird with a knife so, lost in the darkness, it would eat twenty-four hours a day."
From: The Adventure of Food (True Stories of Eating Everything) bywww.travelerstales.com
This short story was written by Michael Paterniti.
He explains what it was like to eat the bird. But I'm rather tired to type it all out, and I'm not even sure if I can type that much out, with copy right laws and all that.