Stop here if you don’t want to see dead-bird and dead-bird innards pictures.
Those few bites I did have were peaceful, even with a toddler clamoring to be in my lap and stealing my food and putting buttery, goose-hearty hands on my fuzzy alpaca sweater. Surely no more than a powerful placebo effect, but I felt an inner stillness, an inner calm with each bite. Three bites worth of inner peace? Not what I would have expected, not what I would believe, but there you have it.