Syney Fylbert, a majestic turkey vulture we have taken in: "Bring back some corpse!"
I assured him that if I saw a dead body drifting in the slowly swirling brown waters I would drag it out and bring it upstairs for him. But it was quite unlikely I would find any, as this a civilized city located in the First World, despite the turbid disease laden waters outside, and the widespread prevalence nowadays of looting and arson.
As I suspected, no corpses outside.
At least none within view.
Even though there are no fresh cadavers for him to feast upon, he is a very well-fed bird. We share our meals with him. Remarkably he speaks about some of the food here in what I think is a Toishanese accent. "Ngoh how seung sik kai pei, ngoh how tsongyi kai gwat ... "
Chicken thighs, chicken bones.
The Majestic Turkey Vulture
And the little Irish fellas. Vegetables; they're so green, so naturally they must be Irish. He loves the Irish.
Netherlanders are potatoes, but also firm cheese.
Shan't tell you about Italians.
We've kind of encouraged his mistaken impressions of dead people and their actual taste. He's had a rather sheltered life, so that isn't difficult.
That sock that he's wearing as a gay and stylish scarf is clean, in case you were wondering. It gets cold here sometimes.
She had the kai pei at mid-afternoon. And shared it with him.
Kai pei noodle soup. Fried tilapia on the side.
He loved it. Nom nom nom.
In the evening I shared my meal with him.
The last of the tubular Italians.
Lots of Irishmen.
Over farinaceous corpse maggots.
Quite the hit.
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