NATURE'S LITTLE CRACKHEAD

Heaven is coming home, fixing dinner (grilled sausage, gravy with Sriracha, lime, and panjuices, with toasted cheesy bread) and arguing with a turkey vulture. Who shares everything we eat here, but still claims the no one ever feeds him. He's kind of rotund. A very well fed creature.
Stuffed.


Looking around the teevee room I note that there four containers of cookies, AND a bag of shortbread, courtesy of a friend. Turkey vultures just LOVE shortbread. Or, as we call them, "buttery corpses". Just like the sausage is "tubular American". Because turkey vultures are convinced that they're carrion eaters. This turkey vulture like his hot stimulating beverage and biscuit, however.

THE ALERT TURKEY VULTURE

A hot stimulating beverage ("brown juice") is just like meth to a stuffed bird.

One must, perforce, be circumspect about the morning coffee.

He's a bit hard to handle at that time.

While I'm still waking up.




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