Tales of the Bird Man: No Meat on my Plate

Not a meat bird. Lucky Roxy!

It’s strange, thinking back to the days when I ate meat, specifically about the act of eating meat and what meat I ate. As an adult I recall the tinned ravioli of my youth and I come over all queasy. To this day, I’m not at all sure what the meat was composed of that … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: No Meat on my Plate

Tales of the Bird Man: Eggs in the Pantry

Eggs in the Pantry

“What’s that godawful smell coming from the pantry?” my mother asked, of no-one in particular as she walked through from the living room to the kitchen. “I don’t know,” my dad called through, from where he was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea. “I noticed it this morning.” “And you didn’t say … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: Eggs in the Pantry

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