Multi bird roast – Why not!

18 05 2013

Today is Saturday.  It’s a beautiful Saturday and I spent the morning at soccer with my son Alex.  I did a line.  He scored 3 goals.  The team won 5-2, but that really doesn’t matter.  He’s in U8’s and it’s all about the kids having fun.  It’s late autumn in Canberra but the sun was shining and it was a spectacular morning to be outside.  They have team photos in a couple of weeks and I bet it will be -5 degrees and sleeting, no doubt.

After a wonderful morning at soccer and a good hour back at home wrestling on the lounge room floor, Alex and I headed to the markets.  A typical Saturday.  We had lunch at Ace Sushi and they had Alex’s thongs that he left there last time we were there, which was last week.  We go there almost every week I’m in Canberra and I was reminded just how much we follow our habits.  I thought about this as we went to Beppe’s cafe and got a coffee and a hot chocolate to take away while we got our fruit and veg, just like pretty much every Saturday.

I like being a creature of habit, it’s natural, it’s comforting and when your habits are good ones, it’s healthy.  But every now and then you have to do something different, something you’ve never done before.  So as we went about our fruit and veg shopping just as we always do, I decided I wanted to cook something I’d never made before, something elaborate.  Not because of a special event, not because we’ve got friends coming, just because making something new and special is fun.  So tonight we are having a multi bird roast.

I’ve always wanted to try doing a multi bird roast after seeing Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall roast 10 birds stuffed inside each other for an indulgent River cottage Christmas dinner.  At least I think that’s what it was, but it’s not important.  So I went to the cooking shop at my local markets, bought a good quality boning knife (I do love an impulse investment) and then went to Eco Meats, a fantastic butcher that I was sure would have a collection of birds to choose from. Exactly which ones to buy I wasn’t sure of, but given it was just Alex and I for dinner, I figured the smaller the better.  Maybe next time I’ll try the traditional 3 bird roast of a chicken, inside a duck, inside a turkey. Turducken!

Today I went for a quail, which I could only buy in a tray of 6 but froze the rest for another time, a pheasant, that once I started boning was clearly corn fed but I didn’t have much choice, and a really good quality free range chicken. I guess you could call this one Chiphesail?


I was pretty excited about trying this out but also a little apprehensive as I’d never boned a bird before, let alone 3, and of ever decreasing size.  I started with the chicken and was pleasantly surprised at just how easy it was.  I know that BBQ’s will never be the same again.  Next was the pheasant which once again was pretty easy, although it’s breast bone was very different to the chicken and being a smaller bird, there’s less meat.  The quail was last and whilst I thought it would be really tricky, again I was surprised at just how easy it was to bone.  I didn’t bother trying to get anything off the wings and legs tips as there was plenty of meat on the body and thighs.


Boning complete meant 3 carcasses into my stock pot, followed by some veg and a house filled with amazing smells.  It’s one of the reasons I love cooking.  Cooking smells wafting through the house makes a home just as much as photos on the walls.  Alex and my neighbours son were busy in the rumpus room doing acrobatics on the spare mattresses and cushions they’d arranged, but little did they know they were also breathing in scents of home cooking, family and love. It was a great Saturday.

Anyway I then needed a stuffing (Paleo of course) to go in between each layer.  I threw some almonds into my coffer grinder, sweated off some leek in butter, crushed a few garlic cloves, added the zest of a lemon and grabbed a bunch of sage and Italian parsley from my garden. Chop and mix and bingo, 3 bird stuffing!


Now it’s the fun part, putting it all together.  The idea is to lay out some string and start with the largest bird, in this case the chicken on which I left the wings and legs, then add stuffing, the pheasant, more stuffing, the quail and finally a bit more stuffing.  The end result is layers of bird and stuffing.


Tie it all up and it now resembles (almost) a normal chicken.


Drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and pepper and lay in a pan with carrots, parsnip and pumpkin.


Cover and place into a low oven of 130 degrees for a long slow roast of at least 2 hours.  I wanted to do this low and slow to retain moisture in the meat.  Because of the low heat, I then par boiled orange and purple sweet potato before putting them in a pan and topping with duck fat I collected from my good friends Tim and Latha who last week roasted a duck on the webber.  This went into the oven after about an hour of cooking time and should mean everything is ready together.  Fingers crossed.  After about 90 mins I took off the foil and turned the oven up to 150 degress so that some colour was imparted on the birds and the veg.  It turned out pretty well.


The end result was good but in reality a little overcooked. Next time I do this I’ll bake it for less time and keep it moist.  I’m also going to try more and more birds in one.  Maybe 5 next time.  I love the idea of doing this with wild caught birds and will have to think about making it a festive dish and align it with hunting seasons for birds perhaps.  I may never get to hunt birds though as this would need pretty good skills with the bow?  One day perhaps?

Apricot bounty

4 01 2013

Just over 3 years ago I planted a range of fruit trees in my front yard.  I put in a nectarine, peach and pear, all on dwarf stock, and a full size apricot, cherry and plum.  Amazingly the nectarine and peach produced fruit from the very first summer and I continue to get around 20 mid sized fruits from both, which is pretty good.  The pear has yet to produce fruit but gets hammered by sawfly grubs which may have something to do with it.  I recently found a really good article on controlling them which has helped this year.  Check it out here.

As for the full sized trees, they’ve taken a little longer to become productive.  I got a relatively small amount of apricots and plums last year, probably a couple of kilograms from each, and until this year nothing from the cherry.  I was very pleased with a good couple of kilograms of cherries picked in early December even though the tree is still pretty small.  It has suffered from cherry aphids this year which attack the young growing parts of the tree and cause them to curl and stunt the growth.  Unfortunately I was away for many weekends over spring with volleyball and wasn’t aware of the problem until it was too late and the damage was done.  Next year I’ll be ready for them and get the upper hand early on so am hoping for some good growth and additional cropping the following year.

The plum fruited prolifically this year and it’s branches are drooping under the weight of the fruit even though it’s a couple of weeks away from being ripe.  I estimate I’ll get more than 10 kilograms this year and it has grown well each season and gaining size quickly.

So what about the apricot I hear you ask? Well a couple of days ago whilst sitting in my lounge reading a new cook book I got for Christmas (It’s called Whole Larder Love and is about a guy who decided to grow, hunt and eat his own food, very cool) I saw the tell tale signs of the apricots being ready to pick, birds! With the cherries you have to put netting on the keep the birds away because they’ll start eating them a bit before you want to pick and will strip the tree in no time flat.  With apricots however, I use the birds to tell me when to pick as they tend to only come once the fruit is soft and golden.  So I grabbed a bowl (a couple actually) and collected my bounty.


About 8 kilograms all up (not all pictured) which is not bad at all and meant I was going to need to do something with them.  I googled a few ideas and decided on chutney.  Sugar free of course.  I did a 1kg batch to see how it went and was pretty please with the result.  I amended the recipe a little for the next batch of 3kg and it was even better. So here’s how it went then with amounts for a 3kg batch…

First halve 3kg apricots and give them a good wash…DSC_0012

Then toast and grind 5 teaspoons of coriander and 3 teaspoons of cumin.  Add 1 teaspoon cracked black pepper, 3 teaspoons of seas salt, 3 teaspoons of yellow mustard seeds, a heaped teaspoon of chilli powder and a piece of cassia bark (cinnamon is fine also)DSC_0022

Dice up 3 onions, 3 cloves of garlic, 5-7 cm of ginger, 2 zucchini’s and a capsicumDSC_0024

Lastly add 3 cups of palm vinegar and about 1 cup of honeyDSC_0026

Put everything into a large pan and simmer for about an hour until the mixture is syrupy.  Allow to cool and put into sterilised jars, which then go into a water bath for at least 30mins (I use a tea towel in between to prevent breakages)DSC_0029

The finished product should last the whole year in the pantry but refrigerate after opening. Perfect with Indian meals but also great with a simple steak.DSC_0028

Grab a ball to have a ball

19 08 2012

I have fond memories of diving around my lounge room floor playing catch with my dad.  Not just because playing catch is fun, it certainly is.  Not just because my hand eye coordination got pretty darn awesome helping me with all kinds of sports later in life. I have fond memories because it was time with my dad. He never seemed to tire of being with me as a kid and I now understand why.  Investing time with your son (or daughter I’d imagine), seeing them happy, growing and learning is one of the most rewarding things you can do.

Alex and I tossed a ball around for ages last night and absolutely loved every minute of it.  We always do. And this kind of activity does wonders for hand eye coordination, peripheral vision and spatial awareness.  Amongst the cheering, the challenging and the occasional apology for a bad throw, we also did a hell of a lot of laughing.

So next time your kids have nothing to do, grab a tennis ball and some lounge room space.  Get down on the floor and have some fun.  You’ll be amazed at how quickly they start to pull off some awesome catches (we call them speckies, short for spectacular) and at just how much fun throwing a ball around can be. Especially when you start to really challenge each other.

Danger! Uneven ground

3 08 2012

A couple of weeks ago I received an email outlining the need for “urgent” works to be undertaken on the footpath outside the building where I work.  The email described the works as critical to render the paths safe for use.

The funny thing was I remembered walking on one of the paths that morning and I didn’t seem to recall any dangerous chasms or pits, ledges or crumbling ravines.  No matter I thought, clearly there was something I missed that really needed fixing.

As I left work that afternoon I payed particular attention to the paths on the way out of the building and despite actually looking for a problem, still struggled to find any.   I did notice that a couple of concrete slabs had risen a few centimetres in comparison to those next to them, but surely that wasn’t the critical, urgent works to which the all staff email referred?

Turns out it was.  The next morning I again paid particular attention to paths on the way into my office building and noticed that several of the “joins” where concrete sections meet had been ground down to make them totally flat.  The danger apparently had been averted.

A couple of weeks later I happened to mention this comical situation to a new staff member who had previously been in a site management position for the offices where I work.  I alluded to the fact that I was a little bemused as to how a concrete join raising a few centimetres actually constituted a critical or urgent problem.  Her respond simply blew me away.  She explained that in fact the works were tendered following the hospitalisation of two staff in a two week period.  I’ll repeat that to help it sink in, two people had been hospitalised after tripping on raised concrete joins and so this meant that we had to urgently grind down the paths to make them safe.

Since when did the human being become so incapable of normal movement that walking across anything other than perfectly flat ground would pose any problem whatsoever, let alone put someone in hospital?  If ever we needed evidence of a species in trouble, this is it.

I’ve no doubt that the people who fell on the 2-3cm raised concrete joins that then caused a hospital stay were somewhat less than well conditioned.  In fact I’d even go so far as to say that they were probably towards the bottom end of the human physical capability bell curve, at least I hope they are.  But it did make me think about the life of the modern human and whether all the development and “progress” we have made since the industrial revolution has actually helped us to move, or caused us to start losing the ability altogether?  Ask yourself this, what percentage of your life do you actually move on uneven ground?  Now ask yourself another question.  If you lived as a natural wild animal, in nature, when, if ever, would you find yourself on flat ground?  In fact you wouldn’t have to go far back in history at all, probably only a hundred years or so, to realise that only a small percentage of our time would have ever been on flat ground.

Movement in our modern world is entirely predictable.  Our homes have flat floors, our roads and paths are perfectly flat, our buildings have flat floors and even our “nature” parks and reserves tend to have paths and boardwalks put in place to make moving “easy”.  But is it really moving?  Perhaps our desire to make things easy, to make “nature” accessible, and even to protect nature from the impact of people visiting it, is really causing significant problems for humanity?

When I talk to people about what natural movement means, about what I do, I explain that I move and train in nature as a way of increasing my capabilities.  Not only do I not avoid uneven ground or obstacles, I actively seek them out, because moving across and through challenging terrain is quite simply the most effective way of maintaining and increasing my movement capabilities.  And because I do it barefoot I’m building my raw capabilities, available no matter what the situation.

I’d love to think that the modern world will quickly realise the slippery slope it’s created for itself by developing the hell out of everything and flattening out our world.  But it won’t really.  I’d love to think that people will come to their senses and accept responsibility for there own physical incompetence, as opposed to blaming someone else for tripping on a raised paver, but this is unlikely too. At least in the short term.

Still, if enough people stand up and question why all our terrain has to be flat (and boring) maybe we as a species can find our way out of the zoo we’ve created? Maybe.

How does your weekly shop look?

7 07 2012

Today I’m issuing a challenge and one that might be harder than you think. My challenge is this. Next time you do your weekly (or fortnightly or monthly) shop, instead of putting it all away, lay it out on the bench and take a picture. Now ask yourself something. Are you happy with what it looks like?

Are you happy with how your weekly shop looks?

This is really meant to be a rhetorical challenge and it’s about having a good hard look at what you buy each week.  However, if you’re either proud of where you’re at now, or courageous enough to perhaps post a “before” photo, why not put in on Facebook?  Even better, post it to my Olliemoves page.

You see every day we make choices about what we eat, what we do and how we take care of ourselves, but because they are small decisions we often don’t realise how they add up.  My idea of laying out a weeks, or months food intake out to see is not new, it’s been done on countless diet/weight loss based reality TV shows, but it is still incredibly powerful.

Before going Paleo I used to shop at the supermarket each week and regularly got depressed by aisle after aisle of processed crap that resembles food, as well as what people rolled up to the register with.  Especially the ones with kids.  I mean it’s one thing to feed yourself nothing but “food like products”, but to raise children on that crap?  I’m tempted to take a tangent here and go on a rant about child abuse, but I won’t, cause that’s not the point of this post.  So for at least a couple of years now my weekly shop has been at the fresh food markets.   One of the things I love about the markets is that when you look around and notice what everyone else has in there trolley, they tend to have pretty healthy loads.  I guess cause there’s not much alternative but also cause they are there for the same reason, to get real food.

So the above picture is what my weekly shop looked like today.  It’s not everything I’ll consume this week because I have a pantry full of spices and a garden full of herbs and veggies, but one thing worth noting is the lack of the need for “label” reading.  I tend to work on the basis that if I need to read the label to see if something is healthy or not, it’s not really food anymore!

For the record my shop includes includes; Extra virgin olive oil, coconut water, coconut milk, fennel, pumpkin, royal gala apples, oranges, a lemon, onions, garlic, Kimchi, grape tomatoes, broccoli, parsnips, cauliflower, bok choy, eggplant, a couple of dozen eggs, red capsicum, green capsicum, carrots, bananas, pears, lebanese cucumber, zucchini, mandarins, leek, ginger, orange sweet potato, white sweet potato, kale, mushrooms, Pork belly, butter, lambs liver and bacon.

Play, explore, move, parent.

3 07 2012

People who know me know that a lot of what I do in terms of “training” or “fitness” or “workouts” is very loosely associated with the conventional view of these terms.  Actually what I’m really about is playing, exploring, and moving. I’m also very much about parenting. And to me good parenting means playing, exploring and moving – with your kids.

Children use play to learn, its their job!  It helps them to build the skills and competencies needed for adult life including physical, mental and social skills.  Google “importance of play” and you’ll find stacks of supporting information on this, but when I reflect on my own experiences as a child, as an uncle and as a father, I know without doubt that playing with your kids is super healthy, super good for them and super good for you.

I don’t exactly know when or how I learned this but I’ve always known that actively engaging with kids, being and seeing their world, connects you to them more quickly and strongly than any other way.  My guess is that this was learnt by association from my father who did a great job at being part of my world.  Yes as I got older he was my team’s soccer coach or the umpire at my cricket matches, but rolling around on the ground and wrestling with my father and brother rank higher than almost any of my early childhood memories.  As do days at the beach swimming, throwing a ball, playing cricket and snorkelling.  Not specific things that happened, but the memory of the activities themselves is what I hold fondly in my mind.  As an adult, when I look back on many of those times I recognise that I often used to end up hurt and in tears, but that wasn’t what I remember.  What I remember was feeling connecting, feeling loved and in strange way being taught.  I am absolutely positive that I learned all manner of vital lessons from all those bumps, bruises, scrapes and tears.  So if I haven’t said it to the directly enough, thank you to my brother and my wonderful father teaching me so much, simply by engaging with me.  (btw – for a great book and website on this check out The Art Of Roughhousing, highly recommended)

Anyway this post was not meant to be about exploring all the developmental benefits of playing with your kids.  There are oodles of them I’m sure and some basic research will give you plenty of scientific reasons to back up my laymen thoughts.  But really, this post is just meant to get people thinking about investing, not spending, but investing more time with their kids and playing, exploring and moving.  And this investment doesn’t have to cost anything but is really just about igniting the spirit of play, exploration and movement in order to connect with the same spirit in our kids.  And I guarantee the return on that investment will be ten fold that of any material item bought for them.

So what does play, exploring and moving with your kids look like?  It’s only limited by your, and their, imaginations and the willingness to indulge.  Make the decision to go with the flow and the rest just happens, but here a couple of examples that Alex and I have put together (literally, constructed, filmed and edited together which is also an awesome activity to do together) over the last couple of months.  Enjoy!

The first was a recent weekend at the beach.  It’s winter in Australia and was about 16 degrees but beautifully sunny so we spent many hours playing in the water, the sand and that headland.

And the second was a stop off at the local library whilst riding home from the mall.

Freak Factor

19 06 2012

“OMG! Did you see that crazy Leopard running barefoot down that rocky hillside?  Doesn’t he realise how dangerous that is and how easily he could step on a rock, or root and hurt his foot, or trip on a branch, or miss time a foot placement and go tumbling down the hill?  You’d never catch me doing something stupid like that. What a freak!”

Most people would probably agree that a Leopard careering down a hill after it’s prey is an entirely natural behavior and poses little real threat to such a capable creature.  It does this kind of thing every day and has grown up preparing itself for just such an activity through play and practice.  So why is it so different for us?  Surely we humans, one of the most capable and adaptive creatures on the planet should still be able to run barefoot down a hill at speed?  I’m confident in saying that we all could, in theory, but sadly most of us stopped the natural progression of play and preparation we commenced as children and no longer move naturally.  And because we don’t, we can’t!

Substitute “Leopard” in the opening statement for some of the nicknames I’ve been given at my office and you’d be hearing some of the conversations that happen every now and then in my office I’m sure.  I’ve been nicknamed “Rock Boy” and “Captain Caveman”, but I also get confused stares as I venture out of the building barefoot and take off up an adjacent hill running.  Looks of confusion then turn into almost pained anguish when I return covered in dirt and grass from crawling, rolling, sliding and climbing through the scrub or lifting and carrying rocks and logs.  People look at me with genuine astonishment and wonder how it is that I am actually working in the same building as they do.  I’m an agile capable human animal that is seen by most of its kind as a freak!

At least once a week if possible I venture onto a small nature reserve behind my office building and leave the office woes behind me as I lose myself in nature.  I walk, I run, I climb trees, I balance on logs, I lift stones and logs, I stalk birds or kangaroos, I dig up roots with a stick, I imagine hearing a predator and sprint off, I scurry under branches and through scrub, I leap over fallen trees and basically move the way I would have moved everyday in a natural setting.  I return literally zinging with energy and feeling more alive than at any other time of the week.  I only wish I could do it more often.

Aside from the obvious physical benefits these activities provide I’m also training my mental capabilities far more than most people realise.  Rather than just running on flat ground with no obstacles or dangers to manage, running barefoot through the bush means I need to be constantly aware of what I’m doing, totally in the moment, else I face the very real likelihood of serious injury.  It also means that every run is different because I never take the same path twice.  I don’t run on trails, I literally run through the bush.  This means that I’m constantly challenging my body and my mind with changing stimulus and in doing so implement continuous adaptation.  The beauty of this natural method is that I don’t need to assess and modify my work out every 4-6 weeks because the changing stimulus is constant and provided by nature itself.  Change is the default situation.  This was recently covered by a quick blog here by my good friends at the Tengeri team.

So am I concerned that people think I’m a freak for what I do?  Well yes, and no.

YES because I’m truly saddened by the fact that the vast majority of people associate what I do as such a foreign activity that they literally struggle to come to terms with it.

But NO because I know just how beneficial and important what I do is to my physical and mental health and quite frankly I don’t give a shit what people think.  Never have.  I also know it’s entirely natural and the feeling of freedom you receive from training this way, particularly with an element of playfulness in your mind, is addictive.

I’ve always felt a lot like a caged animal and as a child I hated being told to stop climbing something (everything), or to sit still, or to leave things alone and not explore how they work.  I just hope that one day the bell curve shifts back to a place where the ability to move naturally, to live freely and to embrace our instinctive aptitudes is average behavior.  Normal. Everyday. Expected.

Until then, call me what you will but I promise you, it won’t stop me getting my freak on!

My Own Hands

13 06 2012

Passed on by the crew at Fifth Ape is this gem on climbing trees. It’s inspiring both for the climbing and the film making!

What would you feed an “orphaned” animal?

10 06 2012

Suppose one day you came across an orphaned tiger and it’s only chance of survival was for you to intervene and take care of it.  What would you feed it?  Let’s say it was already weaned and not reliant on it’s mother so it’s really just a matter of working out what a “natural” diet for a tiger is right?

I bet the answer is pretty obvious.  A tiger in the wild hunts and eats prey so providing for a tiger would mean finding raw meat, organs, bones and if possible, maybe even some live animals for it to capture and kill.

What about if the orphaned animal was a deer?  Again most people would think about what a deer might eat in a natural setting and realise that they need pasture, grasses and open space.  It’s not exactly rocket science and you could repeat this process for virtually any animal you could think of.

So why is it that when humans think about food we don’t follow the same logic?  Why don’t we think about what a human animal would eat in a natural setting and then feed that to ourselves?  Is it because it’s not available any more?  Is it because it’s hard or costly to find?  Or is it because we simply don’t see ourselves as a biological animal because we have somehow evolved past the need to be biologically sound?  I blame religion for a lot of our dietary problems 🙂

The fact is that humans have evolved to be opportunistic omnivores.  We can eat both plants and animals and in a natural setting would take advantage of pretty much any situation we came across.  Pigs, chickens, goats, rats and humans, we’re all great at eating pretty much any available food on offer.  Yet somehow we’ve become removed from this natural and instinctive pattern and an ever saddening proportion of the worlds population only eat food that comes out of a package.  Most people now days will cringe at the thought of eating liver, hearts or brains, but will gladly scoff down something wrapped in colour despite it being produced in a chemical factory.  I am truly saddened by the knowledge that many people have never, ever, picked fruit off a tree, or harvested vegetables from where they grow let alone caught and slaughtered their own meat.

Getting back to a “natural” human diet isn’t really that hard and just takes a bit of conscious thought and nature can be a great teacher here too.

My loves of omelettes means I go through a lot of eggs, around 6 a day, and so I have chickens in my back yard.  My chickens have a healthy appetite for a whole range of plants and animals in my garden including a love for weeds and plants.  They will literally strip bare a whole range of weeds and plants over the course of normal feeding.  Every now and then however I let them into the front yard where they normally cannot roam. Here there are stacks of the very same weeds and plants that they greedily strip in the back yard every day, yet the run straight past them.  Why?  Because they are looking for meat!  The opportunity of fresh hunting grounds means that there are all sorts of bugs, grubs and insects available to them so vegetable matter is of little interest.  They’ll do the same when presented with kitchen scraps in that they will eat kale, spinach and lettuce before even looking at other lowly items like tomatoes, carrot or fruit.  It’s literally like they have a priority list inside their head that will not let them eat a “lower” order food if there is a “higher” order one on offer.

Ironically it’s this very same food “order” that is at the heart (pun intended) of the obesity epidemic and the cause of so much of the worlds health problems.  For generations now we’ve been force fed the food pyramid claiming that whole grains and cereals are the primary food we should be seeking, followed by fruits and vegetables, then moderate amounts of meat, seafood and nuts, and only very small amounts of fats.  What complete and utter bullshit!

Any animal worth a pinch of instinctive advantage knowns that when you make a kill you fill up on the fattiest, most nutrient rich parts of an animal first and only eat the rest if you can.  In fact Grizzly bears, one of the largest animals in the world and one with only a limited feeding season hunt salmon but only eat the skin and eggs and discard the rest because it will only fill them up and not provide enough nutrients.  Our food order needs to be drastically re-callobrated to ensure that we are eating bone marrow, organs and fat as much or even more than lean meat.  I like to think of it this way.  In a survival situation, would I only slice off the rump of an animal and throw the rest away?  Well aren’t I in a survival situation every day?

Now there is an element of balance needed in the modern world because food is so easy to come by now.  If we only ate the top of the food order foods we wouldn’t eat anything but that now, and that’s not natural.  In a natural setting we wouldn’t make a kill every day so we would also eat fruits and vegetables, in fact tubers and salads would make up a huge proportion of our natural diet as this is what would be readily available.  Accordingly we need to ensure that we are getting a good balance of nutrient dense food and natural staples to ensure a more realistic and natural diet.  Seasonal eating supports this well.

So next time your thinking about what you “should” be eating.  Ask yourself this.  If I was to find an orphaned (weaned) human, what would I feed it?