Masquerading as a Raven, what with molting outside feathers leaving him a pesky wedge tail, worries about the Grackle eggs he is stealing.... are they organic....
All stealthy as he sneaks from apple branch to cedar stem, a screeching stream of iridescent black and green and blueshine parents flowing behind him, wishing in his wake that he was more selective in his dining.
Do the selfsame Grackles post on social media about the GMOs in the Catbird eggs they maraud upon or the nestlings they make away with?
That fine, large, whitetail buck that gallumphed across the pasture just a little while ago...so pretty against the green...seemed unconcerned, but what do we know? Does he fret about cholesterol in his clover? Will it interfere with antler growth? Could he be low T?
Or the cottontails nibbling at the edges of the iris patch. All that grass....Gluten free? Free range?
I wonder....but wait...there's more. I'm pretty sure none of these creatures worry about anything other than enough.
They certainly don't have to worry about where their food originates. It's all one big farmer's market to them and they are our most frequent customers.
Too busy to fret about factory farming as long as their bellies are full and their homes are snug and secret.