Pulverised garden worms. Adam had used his wife’s food processor whilst she was out making a tasty meal for the mynor bird he’d captured earlier in the day. “C’mmon Tweety Pie. Just in case. Open wide.” The bird obliged and Adam fed him with the tweezers he’d found in his wife’s bathroom cabinet.
“Adam, what the hell do you think you are doing?” From his wife’s thunderous look he knew her full wrath was about to descend on him. Perhaps he hadn’t cleaned the mixer well enough. ” What are you doing with that poor bird?”
“All the canaries died.”
In response to the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers
Coal miners took canaries into the mine with them as the canary would die from bad air much earlier than the miner. Thus if the canary died, the coal miner knew to run. More info on this here I figured some man caves are probably as potentially dangerous to enter as a mine and what better bird than a mynor.