The other day as I went to get the mail, I saw turkey vultures circling the neighbor’s field. Nothing new about that. From spring to fall these fellows and their mates keep the countryside scoured of small dead animals. It is amazing how quickly they can do away with a dead critter.
We should be grateful that these natural (dare I say it?) morticians do their business efficently. You might want to eat one of the turkeys that also inhabit these parts, but I don’t think you’d enjoy lunching on one of these guys. As I pondered their place in the greater scheme of things, I came up with this haiku:
Turkey Vulture
Graceful on the wing,
Death seeker rides upon wind,
Removes the fallen.
I’m glad they’re here.
Ooh, love the haiku!!!!
Nasty little creatures, but necessary, I guess.
Hey, my blog hasn't shown any updates for your blog until this one. WTH?
Justine 😮 )
I love turkey vultures. I've heard stories of them adopting people; they're apparently quite smart.
To all:
"They're coming to take me away. Hey. Hey."
I was thinking like fishhawk–you'd better keep moving Chuck, they'll swoop down on you!!!
Cool! More poetry. I like it!
If they were downwind, it may mean that you need a shower. Well, at least that is what I've been told a few times.