Today at about 8:30 we pulled up to my mother's place and there was a vulture on the peak of the roof. Sadly, we didn't have the camera out to get a photo. It appeared that he was glaring down on us.
We called my dad the "old buzzard" and he had a number of old buzzard gifts over the years. Some were rather nice, others real kitchy. We were just wondering if just maybe he wasn't sending us a message...
Monday, June 22, 2009
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