Growing up in Darwin, ibis were just… birds.
Quiet, methodical, pulling grubs out of suburban lawns like it was honest work. Australian white ibis, straw-necked ibis. All minding their own business.
Then I moved to Sydney at 19 and found out my old mates had a nickname.
“Bin chickens.”
Righto.
Never sat right with me. I’m not calling them that.
But give it a French spin and suddenly it’s refined.
Culinary, even.
Bin Appétit.
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