Tastes Like Chicken
I’m heading home to Florida next weekend. My parents are in the process of moving from my hometown of Panama City to Melbourne, and I’m going to sort through years of my crap like middle school yearbooks and Drama Club shirts. I’m most excited about the trip because I’ll get to take my first long trip in my car, my sister is also coming into town, I’ll get to see Darcy, and we’ll all go down to Miracle Strip Amusement Park one last time before it closes for good to make room for more condos on the beach.
My parents’ new house is, according to reports from my dad, “like heaven”. It’s on a small lake where native birds hang out, looking for food.
One bird, an American Egret, is particularly bold in its desire for food. In their first few days in the house, my dad grilled up some chicken and fed it to the birds (cannibalism!). This Egret liked the chicken so much, that my dad caught the bird standing at the back door wanting more!
The view outdoors from the inside of the house, with the hungry Egret waiting for more chicken wings.
