My largest worry, at this point, is not being cornered by that owl when I ask him to get in the pot. Eight foot wing span and all. Hold on ... hearing a siren. Think they found me exchanging recipes for wild game? No ... Thankfully the police car kept going. Not hearing any sirens in your area are you?
No sirens.
If you live far enough out in the styx no one cares what you're putting in the stewpot...
I wonder.. Since coyote is a dog, if one of out local hoard, er herd, er pack happens to have a heart attack or develop lead poisoning while on the property here, wonder if I could donate the critter to the WhiteHouse kitchen so Barry could reminisce about his culinary past...