It was huge. Sitting in a rice field that seemed too small. It didn't fit. Still the bird was there and it had arrived all by itself. I wonder why though. I was surprised at his or her face. Grotesk, yes, but gentle. Everything seemed gentle about this big bird. Not at all as how I remembered his cousins in Ecuador who were feasting on a big dead animal, a horse or something. That was gruesome. Not like that. The crows were pulling his feathers, trying to land in his head, but only occasionally did he shoo them off.
How dare you!
Everything is so big.
Big bill.
Big feet!
Big wings
A very stylish appearance with fluffy neckfeathers and epaulettes.
And then he flew
Magnificent!
His company of crows followed; he won't feel lonely
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