Back in the 80s in the deep South, Duck season I was out back of house at the woodshed chopping when a neighbour dropped off a couple of mallards. Being busy I tossed them up on the tin roof. Dry frosty cold weather for a week. About 8 days later I remembered them and went out with a bag to scrape them into. When I picked them up they were stiff and firm with no noticeable smell. No maggots. I tentatively plucked a few feathers and pretty quick I had two carcasses plucked clean. Easiest plucking I've ever done. The bellies were green on the skin and when I cleaned them per normal the guts was just a hardish tight ball, not dried out but going that way. Easy as to clean and again just a good aged meat smell. I roasted those two whole that night and it's still all these years later some of the best duck I've ever eaten. I spoke to the donor about it and he was aghast. But he also wasn't keen on duck because they were a pain to pluck and stinky to clean and tough to eat.
Bear in mind that the UK is a similar latitude to Otago. Similar cold winters. That experience made sense of what I'd read and been told by my Welsh grandmother, a grocer with an instore butchery in Birmingham about hanging pheasant by the neck in a cold store until the body dropped off. Then it was worth actually eating.




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