Their arrival was predicted by a noticeable lack of birdsong. The black-capped Chickadees that normally greet us with a two-tone whistle remained silent.
Those buzzards may be ugly up close, but up there... floating gracefully on the thermals... leaning into overlapping circles moving from southeast toward the setting sun. Lifting two or three feathers to bank a turn. Three birds making small circles in the same general direction. The fourth bird making a larger circle; swooping close to the tree line near the outskirts of town. Hoping to get lucky with a stray finch or mole, no doubt. Had it been warmer outside we would have watched them drift out of sight.
Better than any show on TV. Used to be called "reality".
Guess where the camera was?!
The picture above was taken yesterday. The majority of that white stuff remains on the ground today. April 24, 2015.
Y'all have a great night. Good times. Happy thoughts. Sweet dreams.
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