The grandmother of my girlfriend spoke, that once in childhood she has found and ate a living nestling.
My mother told, that, in childhood, she with other poor children in a field took out from ground and ate grains of corn.
My friends - children ninetieth - told, that, going for a walk in park, they ate a leavings of lunch, kept by other people on benches and stubs. It were the leavings of a pizza, pies, sandwiches etc. They were not poor - simply, they wanted to eat, and it seemed amusing.
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