In my old apartment I would leave the neighborhood crows the skin off of the chicken breast that I would get from the store. I didn't really like the taste of chicken breast so I'd rip it off and then put it in the freezer and make it rock hard and then toss it out the window the next morning. They loved getting down on that skin. I remember one morning probably around 6:30 I tossed it out. But when I pulled up the shade there was about 15 crows sitting on the roof below mine waiting for the meal to get thrown out. Sometimes I throw out the chicken legs too and it would just break them open and get the marrow out.
In my old apartment I would leave the neighborhood crows the skin off of the chicken breast that I would get from the store. I didn't really like the taste of chicken breast so I'd rip it off and then put it in the freezer and make it rock hard and then toss it out the window the next morning. They loved getting down on that skin. I remember one morning probably around 6:30 I tossed it out. But when I pulled up the shade there was about 15 crows sitting on the roof below mine waiting for the meal to get thrown out. Sometimes I throw out the chicken legs too and it would just break them open and get the marrow out.
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