Hot dogs. So of course they started feeding the one that’s in our yard without telling anyone. This afternoon I was on the couch and I hear something knocking on the sliding glass door. I’m looking at a 3 foot tall bird. My daughter walks in and says. “ that’s Gerald, he wants a hot dog”. Then proceeds to get one out of the fridge, open the door, and hand him one. Long story short, I now know why we go through so many hotdogs and why this giant bird will land on the porch 2-4 feet from me and just stare at me. At least she is not feeding the gators.