I had my first of the year sighting of a turkey vulture yesterday. I saw it gliding around in the air above my yard; wings tipping back and forth in the brisk winds. I know they hang around here and I wish I knew where they nest. I found a poem about vultures that I want to share.
“Vulture”
by X.J. Kennedy
The vulture’s very like a sack
Set down and left there drooping.
His crooked neck and creaky back
Look badly bent from stooping.
Down to the ground to eat dead cows
So they won’t go to waste
Thus making up in usefulness
For what he lacks in taste.
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