The first time anyone eats a stuffed owl, it’s not pretty.
Owl skin sticks to your gullet.
Clay and feathers feel like intruders in your throat.
And the copper wire… the copper wire is impossible to digest.
It scratches at your intestines.
But by the time you’re on your second, your third, fourth stuffed owl, you adapt.
Then, when you find yourself in The Owl Museum after midnight, you know what to do.
The Owl Museum doesn’t have knives and forks, so use your hands.