A View To A Kill
So me and my brother were watching The Big Valley today, Buddy
Hackett was trying to convince Lee Majors that he was his dad, but he
had run afoul of Bruce Dern and John Milford and trouble was a'brewing!
Then these two buzzards started swooping past our front window, one of
their foul brethren was dead on the side of Fulton Beach Road, said bird
just out of sight of this picture. Steve snapped this shot of one of
the flying scavengers as he passed the window, the cars were keeping
both the creatures from landing and digging in on their former
colleague. The houses in the background are on Key Allegro, an upscale
snooty neighborhood that got totally hammered by Hurricane Harvey in
2017. As a full time bird rescue person it is my job to be concerned
about any avian, even buzzards, but I dislike them and regard their
cannibalistic impulses as punishment for their past lives as
concentration camp guards and telemarketers. They shit on their feet,
you know, probably a sanitary thing. Bird sanitary. I first
noticed the deceased buzzard yesterday but there is a ditch between us
and the road and I didn't want to get my Fairmount zebra skin loafers
wet and muddy, plus I was pretty sure he was dead.
Very dead.
Photo by Steve Davis - www.instagram.com/sdavis.howdy…
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