I Have Become the Kind of Person Who Takes Pictures of Buzzards

I didn’t realize they made noise when they flew, but they were close enough that I could hear it. It sounded like a helicopter just starting up–whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. And they have to take some running hops to get in the air. We have two kinds of vultures in Tennessee–the bald-headed ones and these. These are these. Also, if you want to know how long it takes a cat to go from road kill to dinner, I can tell you about 24 hours.

That’s disturbing, but comforting. I don’t know. It’s weird, but I kind of hope that’s what happened to Stella. A quick death and then she took to the sky.

2 thoughts on “I Have Become the Kind of Person Who Takes Pictures of Buzzards

  1. You know the Tibetians have a tradition of “sky burials” in which the body is cut into smaller pieces and left on a mountain top to the buzzards to eat. I have often thought, i’d loved to be disposed of that way, ifUS health code allowed it. There’s something beautiful to me about life being sustained through death.

  2. Where are the buzzards? lol Some nice pictures, I’ve been looking at getting a new camera for my holiday. Can you recommend a good camera? all this mega pixel stuff confuses me :(

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