Gourmet Foods.
Hello to you,
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I am up early again.
So, what’s changed?
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I have done all the usual things , tea, Warburton’s Potato Pancakes (2), had a pee, quickly read a bit more of my Rebus book, and fed the birds.
It’s a hard life but someone has to do it… etc.
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Those birds are really picky creatures.
Yesterday, I found two Aberdeen Angus beefburgers in the fridge, left over from the last barbecue.
Because there was no longer the ‘sell by’ information on the wrapping, I decided to just put them out for the birds. After all, crows eat carrion and raw things don’t they ?
This morning I went out to find the bread and the chips were gone but the two top quality beefburgers were just lying there untouched and dismissed as unworthy.
Granted, these two items were not helpfully torn up into up into convenient beak- friendly bits, but neither is a dead rabbit or a squashed hedgehog on the road.
They are very strange birds. What I mean is that the day before I had put out three huge Chicken Tikka kebabs for them (also from the last barbecue). This meat was left in big lumps, just as I had pulled it off the skewers, it was bright red coloured, and very tangy with it.
Moments later I stood at the window watching the crows holding down the meat lumps with one claw while pecking off tasty little shreds of chicken with their huge beaks.
So the difference between raw Aberdeen Angus beefburgers, roadkill, dead sheep and Chicken Tikka kebabs,……. is what ?
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Do you know what I should do ? I should apply for a grant to investigate the foodie preferences of crows, (and the smaller, less Gothic members of the Avian Brotherhood )
I could buy all sorts of different foods with the money, distribute most of it to a Soup Kitchen and give the rest to the crows to test their willingness to consume, and the amount of time taken.
I wonder if there are women all over the UK who are suffering from depression, while not realising that the cause of their malaise is that they have, totally unconsciously, realized that their local crows always eat absolutely everything that is put out for them, except for the remains of the said womens’ own home cooking.
Imagine it, the shame, the lack of pride and self worth engendered by such a blanket rejection of their homemaking prowess.
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Perhaps I should apply for a Lottery Grant to investigate the psychological damage caused by the foodie preferences of crows (and the smaller,less Gothic………………etc. etc.
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Do have a good day, and do not let any of the subjects brought to you by today’s broadcast cause you to have sleepless nights.
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LOL,J X
Please note that was ‘Avian Brotherhood’ and not ‘Aryan Brotherhood’.
It is bad enough if you decide never to darken my Blog again because it is all rubbish, without you leaving because you think that I am a racist grandmother.
Hmmmmmm.
Perhaps I should apply for a Lottery Grant in order to explore the dietary preferences of Grandmothers.
Most Grandmothers are not inherently racist and they eat teacakes and jars of Bloater Paste .
Therefore, are Grandmothers who prefer Aberdeen Angus Beefburgers,
Melton Mowbray Pies, Lincolnshire Sausages and Eccles Cakes inherently racist ?
Or perhaps it would be the other way around, meaning that all old people ARE inherently racist and only those who eat ……..No…..NO…….NO.
PLEASE STOP, this way lies MADNESS !!!!!!!!!
