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.

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Actually, Benson was so well looked after on the farm that he lived much longer than he would have in the wild. 

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