Crow...
I used to raise and train English Spring Spaniels... thats how we met George and Barbara Bush (Another story) But, I decided to take my prize Spaniel on a crow calling hunt one afternoon... My buddy already had everything set up... so we settled in to wait with the caller going, my fav dog beside me... the crows started showing up. we waited a bit, let more come in... then stood and started shooting..
My champion Spaniel SPRANG into action, tearing across the field to where the first bird dropped.. He grabbed it and spun around and started back at a dead run..... then while still trying to slide to a stop, he spat the bird out.... tried to pick it up, and spat it out again.. snorted sniffed, snorted some more, the n tured and ran to the next bird, grabbed it, and immediately spat it out.... he sniffed it, and BACKED away from it, ran to a third bird, snorting and shaking his head, while he tried to get feathers out of his mouth.. go to the third bird... stretched his neck out and sniffed it, then turned and walked back to me... looked at me with a look of pure disgust, and curled up on the ground, still occasionally snorting and shaking his head.....
At that point... I figured if a dog that LIVED to retrieve birds wouldnt even pick one up, I wasnt going to eat one! Leastways, until I got a lot hungrier than I was.