After school yesterday Aubrey and I were having our standard “What did you do at school today?” conversation and Aubrey said, “We ate an owl at snack time.”
I assumed she was joking.
Me: Did it taste like chicken?
Aubrey: Yeah, sort of…
I was stunned. I realize hunting is big around here and at some really fancy restaurants you can order anything from duck and dove to alligator. But eating an owl seemed wrong…at the worst, illegal (aren’t they endangered or something??) At the very best, it seemed a little disturbing for kindergartners to be eating an owl.
Me: Seriously? Y’all ate an owl?
Aubrey began laughing hysterically. “HAHAHAHA!! MOMMA! I got you!! It was a cookie shaped like an owl!”
Ah, grasshoppah your skills impress me.
