My parents have a stuffed hawk in their room. Basically one day my dad came upon the bird with an injured wing, then one thing led to another and my parents kept the bird (Do not ask me how, this is long before I was born). When it died, which was not long after (or so I assume), my dad got in stuffed.

Pickled things would be gross....reminds me too much of Biology class. *shivers* Last week in our Demonstration room there was an eel, a cart, fetal rat and a human fetuses all pickled. It was creepy.