Vulture poem
I’m not sure why Kym sent this to me but I like it:
Lessons from a Vulture
by Mary Redus
Stand up for what’s yours.
Just because it smells bad, doesn’t mean it is.
Waste not, want not.
Eat your leftovers with gusto: dig in, enjoy.
Someone has to do the dirty work.
Even the most menial job, accomplished with dignity, is honorable.
Recycle.
Recognize death as a part of living.
Watch from a distance before making your move.
Practice patience.
Beauty is more than skin deep.
Being bald has its perks.
Air dry whenever possible.
Accept yourself as you are: it’s okay to be different.
Hang out with kindred spirits.
Posing like a gargoyle is fun. Try it.
Drink in the view from on high.
Take time to enjoy a good breeze.
Spend some time alone each day.
Move with grace.
Not everyone will appreciate your talents.
Quietly work for the good of all.
Additional info from Kym: Did you know that turkey vultures can soar without flapping for up to 6 hours by tapping a hot air pocket and dropping into another one! They also have been known to use the same roosting sites for 100 years! (They also have their own branch each night - kinda like church pews!) I would be interested to find their nesting place. They make nests on the ground, in empty buildings, or hollow logs. I did submit their roosting to a website that keeps track of such things.
A most under-appreciated bird the vulture
A pair of vultures moved into my Dad’s old barn haymow 4 or 5 years ago; Are you saying those ugly fowl could be there for another 95?