My wife gave me three options for breakfast this morning.
Toast the bread leftover from last night’s dinner and eat.
Eat the dosas made from the dough left over from yesterday’s breakfast.
Boil a cup of tasteless oats and eat.
I stood in the balcony contemplating the options when my eyes caught a flash of colour on the compound. The coucal had caught a plump, fresh and juicy caterpillar and was preparing to enjoy its breakfast.
Lucky coucal. No leftovers. Always fresh food.
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