The death of a crow

Her dissection, cooking, and grieving family

Photograph of the blue sky, as strong as spirits, reflected in the feathers of a crow. I took this picture myself. The fallen matriarch.
2020.07.27, by Anatolij
Filed under Birds, Food, Journal, Personal, Sensuality

This week I had the opportunity to dissect, skin, carve, and cook a crow for the first time in my life. It was one that I seized with alacrity, to Ansel’s dismay.

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