This Is V Week.....

....at A to Z Monday

Because they are so abundant, and because there are days I think they may be stalking me....I picked the Vulture for my V word.

These guys are everywhere.....and it's still a novelty for Grandma J to see them soaring overhead every day.

I stopped along the highway to take this picture a while back. This is just a sampling of the herd flock. They were hanging out near a pasture of cattle, sprinkled with some sheep and those white birds that peck the bugs off the cattle. These Vultures were doing some organizing, and I was suspicious. I went home and read this about the Killer Vultures right here in Bell County.

Here they are hanging out in trees. Dead trees aren't nearly as appetizing as other dead things.

And looky here! They fight. Who knows what this is about, but they had one heck of a spat. Someone warned me recently about getting too close to Vultures....especially if they are eating. Recently the subject came up and this sweet lady in my doctors office told me that

the worse thing about them is their defensive Vomit. Grandma J did not make that up!

Because Grandma J has lived a very sheltered life. She thought the meanest birds in the world were the seagulls who used to swoop on over, or just walk right up and take your food right off your blanket at the beach. Years ago I told my little munchkins to hold their sandwiches up so they didn't get sand in them. My obedient munchkins put there sandwich up and some seagulls thought it was an invitation. Seagulls seem so mild to me now.

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Where Did The Day Go?

Sometimes I find myself mesmerized by stuff like this buzzard sitting on a roof. Of course, that's after I chased him away from a dead squirrel in the road. Then I'm reminded that I've just wasted four hours staring down a friggin buzzard when I could have been blogging.

So, that's why I'm posting this poem for ya'll. I'm thoughtful like that.

Cleaning Poem

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been blogging
And I had to answer 'yes.'

He told me to get off my fanny
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my work..
I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops I found
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
I was into it all night.

Nothing's changed except my mouse
It's very, very shiny.