Hand to hand combat with a skeleton

This was a half a “fryer.” I don’t really know what a fryer is and prepping this felt like I was going to roast a cat. In the end I felt like I burned more calories getting the meat off the bone than there was actual calories in the meat I wrestled off the thing.

A peregrine falcon left something not unlike the detritus of this meal in my back yard. I nearly passed out when I encountered it. I mean, in a masculine way.

I ate this, what there was of it. I’ll eat anything.


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