Published Jun 18, 2011

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.