WARNING!

Today’s post covers some uncomfortable realities of nature, and may offend or gross out some readers…

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Preliminary autopsy results (held carcass up by remains of tail) have determined that the critter that was being consumed as a continental breakfast in our yard early yesterday morning was in fact, a mouse.

So, after Mrs. That Dan Guy’s initial indignation at the quote “dirty, dirty bird” unquote, the magpie was actually doing us a favour. Of course, he (or she) could also have flown the mouse in from someone else’s yard, before choosing our lovely patio as a place setting for his (or her) Eggless McMouse.

Regardless of the chain of events, I had to don a rudimentary hazmat suit (disposable rubber painter’s gloves, paper towel, and a Ziploc baggie), to restore the patio to a less gruesome killing field. Or, slightly less gruesome if you prefer - make it a shiny happy place again.

The process took but moments, with no interference from the magpie, or the deceased.

I am still repeatedly washing my hands, and avoiding anything related to Walt Disney.

Chow for now!!