Oh

Mr Law has just delivered these to me after returning home from work. The one I bought from the butcher last week was altogether more prepared! Quite what I'm going to do with these I'm not entirely sure. However I do have a vague recollection of a song I could use to my advantage here:

"I'm not a pheasant plucker. I'm a pheasant pluckers wife."

Surely this means Mr Law has to 'do' these birds and all I have to do is cook them?