About a Certain Buzzard ...

This is a true story about something that occured during my 4 mile walk this morning.

On the way to my destination of 2 miles, I pass by some roadkill lying on the middle of the street. Ekk. As it turns out, the animal in question had been a banded armadillo ... indigenous to the area in which I live. They must be an endangered species, though; they're constantly being hit by all the vehicles that speed up and down the streets behind my home.

But I digress...

On the way back from my 2 mile destination, I pass by the dead animal in the road again - an even more gruesome sight this time, for a buzzard is hungrily partaking of the raw meat as though it hasn't had a meal in quite some time.

Buzzards have always been totally ugly birds to me. I think God was having Himself a bit of a joke when he created these hideous flying creatures, for their heads resemble the very things they tend to consume. Very unattractive birds, they are!

These large, strange-looking birds prove to be rather useful, though. They clean up the streets of dead animals that have had the terrible misfortune of getting spattered on the street. Ekkk. And so it is in this case ...

About that moment, a car whizzes by and runs over the dead armadillo again ... kathud-kathud! I take a moment to cringe slightly. When I look up, the buzzard is standing there in the wake of the car, the wind still rustling through its feathers, with the unmistakable stoical expression that's as if to say 'Oh, not again!'

To which I then find myself actually speaking aloud to the buzzard 'Don't you just hate overly processed food?'

I suddenly realise that if I had a camera on me, I'd take a photograph of that scene and put a caption beneath it that reads:

DON'T YOU JUST HATE OVERLY PROCESSED FOOD?

Now, that's art!