I was sitting on the patio the other day and noticed several Turkey Buzzards (a.k.a. Turkey Vulture) circling above.
When they landed on my neighbor's house I could the pass the opportunity to grab my camera and take a few photos, but...
I decided to go back into the house post haste when it dawned on me that they had turned their eyes in my direction.
According to Wikipedia:
The Turkey Vulture is a scavenger and feeds almost exclusively on carrion.
It finds its food using its keen eyes and sense of smell, flying low
enough to detect the gasses produced by the beginnings of the process of
decay in dead animals. In flight, it uses thermals to move through the air, flapping its wings infrequently. It roosts in large community groups.
Monday, February 6, 2012
First I must say, I am very grateful for this wonderful life DH and I have built, but...
Sometimes as I look back on my life, I remember those forks in the road and the road not taken. Substantial decisions that would have taken my life on a different course. My day job, (although some would call it a career), has made me reflect on those choices lately and now I dream every day of an exit plan. I recite my resignation in my mind, replaying it over and over. My life has become a grind, working too many hours, coming home late, sewing late into the night and starting the day again three or four hours later. Zero joy.
I dream of silly things, having the time to sew and create things. I dream about baking cupcakes and making DH chunky, or making dog biscuits, and making my puppy chunky. Sitting outside, enjoying the fresh air, a glass of wonderful wine in my hand and spending more time with DH...silly things.