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In the past…(and currently)……

…..we’ve been the roadside rest stop for buzzards…..

There’s something appealing about our land…..

…..(I suppose that’s a bit macabre)…(and maybe I should be a little bit insulted)…..

Nice roosts…nice shade…nice stagnant water source…..

Some people don’t like vultures…(with good reason)…..

Sometimes the birds have less that socially acceptable behaviors…(by a long shot)…..

…..like their eating habits & taste palette…which could be considered less than popularly desirable…..

But they do have a purpose…..

What amazes me is—How Do They Know When There’s A Carcass Percolating Somewhere?…..

I mean…the body doesn’t have to be out in the open…the remains can be hidden under brambles & bracken…..

…..and still…they find it…..

All that circling stuff…way up high in the sky…..

…..how do they see or smell a small dead critter…under a bush?…..

But They Do(!?!)…..

Recently…as I’ve already mentioned…we didn’t get the tractor’s battery cables in time for Snicker’s demise…..

It was unfortunate…and she deserved better…but by the time the tractor was running again…..

…..there was little left to bury…..

But the buzzards had a happy party in the back pasture…..

And with any Big Gala or bender…..

…..there was the aftermath of discarded litter—and empty red Solo cups…and cigarette butts…and ruffled down & discarded feathers…..

Unfortunately (for my older daughter)…she found the inevitable secondary depository from any large group of birds…..

…………………Their Poop…………………

………..(she put her hands in some)………..

Now I don’t want to come across as a scatological authority…..

*****(Scatology—a Definition)*****

…..but having lived on a farm (for the vast majority of my life) I do have some expertise when it comes to ca-ca authentification…..

*****(Toilet Humor)*****

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To begin with…..

A vulture’s dump is fairly large…(they are after all birds of considerable size)…..

Next…they travel in groups (apparently “a Kettle”…”a Committee”…or “a Wake)…..

***(A Kettle…A Committee…A Wake of Vultures)***

And let’s face it…they eat refuse…..

…..(stuff…that at the out-set…doesn’t look or smell real good)…..

Add to that…..

…..they wait for it to tenderize and ferment under the sun…..

So…by the time those party-animals were binge’ing on their idea of a nummy good snack food…..

…..(AND it went through their collective digestive tracts…and became “disencumbered”)…..

…..(one could say…cut-loose)…..

The resulting aggregate of the re-re-digested/decomposed poopage………….

…..was absolutely gag-worthy…..

…..(a thing to avoid)…..

AND THAT…is exactly what my older daughter leaned on…..

…..(she unfortunately submerged her hands in it too…(all ten fingers)—she said it was oily)…..

…..(Ewwwww)…..

…..(poor child)…..

Is there a moral to this story?………….Why—Yes…There is…..

*****On a Farm***Watch Where You Step…Sit…Or What You Grab Onto*****

…..it’s just safer that way…..

 

 

 

 

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