And I don’t mean as in “Glee”.
I mean as in the cereal.
If you own a pet, say a dog, you are probably well aware of the surprising turns your companion’s culinary palate can take.
But if you own a bird, apart from inroads into the traditional crackers and green houseplants, you might not expect to see this when you walk into your kitchen:
My parents like Cheerios for the fiber.
I like Cheerios for the shape.
Pearl (apparently) likes Cheerios for the way they disintegrate in her small but powerful grey beak.
