Sunday, May 21, 2017

CANUCK, A COMMITTED "NAGEV"


Canuck, eyeballing some hamburger

“Nagev” is “Vegan” spelled backwards.  I apply it to the perfect anti-vegan which, from my observations, is the crow.  Old fart that I am, I don’t eat very much but, through habit, I prepare hearty meals.  Inevitably there is food remaining on my plate when I burp, push back, and shamble into the living room with the remains of a beer in hand.   Later I find myself pondering just what do with the stuff remaining on my plate.  If there is a lot I stick it in the refrigerator for tomorrow’s repast, but if there is only a little, heretofore I would scrape it into the trash.  But not any more.
I should point out that I cook and eat my greens most every night.  Nagging by every woman  I have ever known well has instilled in me the need to “eat right”.  Thus my left-overs almost always contain green stuff.

Well, since my encounter with Canuck, the famous Vancouver crow, I have become a rabid Corvofile*.   Instead of dumping the remains of my dinner in the trash, I place it, plate and all, on my back deck.  Like magic, next morning the plate is clean, or nearly so.  What remains is all the healthy green stuff.  From my observations, crows will not eat beans, broccoli, cucumber, green pepper, zucchini, or lettuce.  They also will not eat onion or tomato, although these are not green.  Furthermore, I have it on good authority that they prefer egg yolk to its surrounding white stuff.

What Corvids WILL eat is meat, potato, bread, cake, pancake – that kind of unhealthy stuff.  In other words they are nagevs.  My kind of bird! 

*Science probably classify Canuck as Corvus brachyrhynchos although that is uncertain

2 comments:

  1. He certainly is a handsome young man (because he's primarily interested in meat?!?)

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  2. Friday my usual beer and conversation group met at a new pub. They have good beer, but on available evidence their food sucks. I bought a carry-out sandwich that was so bad that I had to force myself to eat half. I put the rest out on the deck - my resident beggar crows cleaned it up in ten minutes. All but the scant plant-derivatives, of course.

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