My dad hid this for laughs in a chest of drawers we inherited. And we did laugh, until we realized one of us was going to have to get it out of there.
Do you see the dismembered talon? I picked that up with a Kleenex. And I call myself a zoology major…
The Spencer and Stewart tradition of hanging stuffed pheasants over doorways will likely end with this generation.
(Whuuuurghaaaack)