This is my new helper, B.F.F. Skinnerbox, K.F.C. His mother and as yet unhatched siblings were devoured before his eyes by a raccoon or fox or something a couple of weeks ago, and we’ve been raising him? her? (I’m not going to squeeze its little arse out to check) according to Austrian School precepts.
We’re hoping it grows into a self-reliant bird, free of every kind of parasite, and insensitive to the fact it is utterly friendless and alone in the world.
I expect it to get a job at the Atlantic spouting the dreck we’ve shoveled into its tiny head.