(moved from previous blog)
Fritz just brought me a black beak and a bloody talon. I fed her not 10 minutes ago. She obviously requires larger portion sizes. I went to the spot where I saw her pick it up, and all that’s left is a pile of large, black feathers. Although I’m glad that there is no body left for me to dispose of, I can’t help but see the glass as half empty on this one; the dogs have been licking me all day.
Crime Scene
Joanna Clark 