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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