Some crappy stuff the wife came home with from the grocery store. It was called hamburger mix. The label said, beef hearts and soy protein. I ain't eatin that. The birds thought it was a rock concert!
The wife came home with what she thought was hamburger. After reading the package, and learning it was heart meat and soy gunk, I cooked it up for the birds. I'm surely not eating that junk.
I thought about giving my birds a few pounds of left over king crab from last night, drenched in drawn in butter, with some crispy french bread.
I thought about it a little longer,
And thought, NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today they got a bunch of small butternut squash, some leftover rice, and whatever that chicken helper thing was that I had last night. Also some powdered egg shells.
Today they got left over rice. Didn't give a dog gone about it.
But the whole loaf of Larry the cable guy's beer bread was a hit with them, me, not so much.