Sunday, January 8, 2017

Cold Hearted

From a distance they looked like black pepper scattered across the blue sky.

"Look at all those birds," I said to Heidi. "I wonder what they are. Crows?" I frowned.

The number was right, nearly a hundred, but as we grew closer the way they soared did not seem crow-like in the least.

"Oh my lord!" I cried, sighting the neat white stars of their wing tips. "They're vultures!"

And indeed, it was a fine kettle of Turkey Vultures with nothing dead in sight. Seems they were simply enjoying the frigid updraft.

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