You just don't understand the ways of the countryside. The feckin' things run wild around here; surprising people in the woods, mugging people for picnics, forcing themselves on to people for unwanted cuddles...
God forbid that they should ever find a plate of marmalade sandwiches! They don't just eat one because they're hungry. They'll shred the whole lot in crazed sugar-lust!
We therefore manage the population in a sustainable manner, only taking the sick and lame and using every part of the animal. The guts are used for smoke, the eyes for disorder markers and the noses we melt down to make Liquorice Allsorts.