The pup got into something in the back yard tonight; it was dark, so all I could see was that he was sniffing and tasting something small. So I walked over, shooed him off, then picked it up and threw it over the fence
“What was that?” my wife asked.
“Just a wing.”
“What kind?” She knew that the fried chicken boxes from Vons are popular around here.
“Crow,” I said. Bet she didn’t expect that answer!
Never did find the rest of that bird.