So three days ago, a bird flew into the window at work and killed himself. It was sad and we mourned his untimely demise. But he landed on the balcony, and no one really wants to look at the creature with the broken neck bake in the sun, so we asked maintenance to remove him. They finally got around to it this morning. They're quick, that outfit. However, the whole bird removal process took an unseemly turn when one of the fellas questions out loud if the bird would still be edible.
No lie, he wanted to make dove stew out of it. He told me that was "good eats."