I’d read that giving a grey a chicken leg with a little meat on it is a fine thing to do- they like it, it’s a new texture, and unlike with dogs, the cooked bones won’t hurt them.

So Pratchett took it in his talon and sort of poked at it, but he looked rather conflicted. I had to wonder if he sensed he was literally picking over a distant relative’s bones.

When I extended my hand to him, Pratch dropped it right way before washing out his mouth and returning to his vegetarian ways.