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Murder Most Fowl: How I Learned to Put Food on the Table

Even in rural Thornbury, on a windy hillside overlooking Georgian Bay, the late spring day was an unseasonable scorcher. And the heat did not work well with my outfit. Heavy boots. Lined, padded trousers. A matching waterproof jacket, its oversized pockets stuffed to bulging. Form-fitting goves. Cap and bill pulled down low and snug over a spandex balaclava that squashed my nose facewards until it throbbed and grew numb...