I find it very curious how Norwegians approach their animals – they give them pet-names but then they can also eat them…lol. One time when we were on the farm we were eating venison. It was so lovely – and I told Farmor so. She smiled and said ‘Benson would be happy to know that’. I nearly choked. Benson was the farm deer that would wonder from paddock to paddock and even ate potato peels straight out of Farfar’s hand. We loved Benson – and now he was sitting on our plates. So, I decided to honour his memory and took another mouthful.
Actually, Benson was so well looked after on the farm that he lived much longer than he would have in the wild.