A carpet, known to Master K as wrapping paper

A carpet, known to Master K as wrapping paper

This question has been put to me, on more than one occasion, by young Master K.

I long ago explained to him that where turkeys came is a less interesting question than how they get here, and I have demonstrated, with him standing in for the turkey, how they are wrapped up in carpets and sent from the far side of the Mediterranean in long tubes. Once they arrive of course, they become objects of great interest, not least for their unusual passage hither – and indeed they were ubiquitous in Brownian parkland – never more so than in the park at Patshull and not just upon the family crest, while Mount Edgcumbe still fed a flock in 1877. It is a shame that we see so little of animals like these in our parks – our peacocks, our hares, goats, donkeys, chickens, pigs and rabbits would bring life to scenery and might provide a break from what for some is the more austere pleasure of landscape contemplation.