So, Friday morning, the sun was rising, the grackles were gracking, other birds chirped, a few joggers thudded past, and four very large birds settled into the neighbor’s ornamental plum-tree. Very large birds. Dark, large birds. One of the four lumbered off before I could get a quick photo.
Ladies and gentlemen, the turkey buzzards have started migrating. I thought their landing in the flowering plum-tree was an especially nice touch. Giggle, giggle.
They roost in a very upscale and old neighborhood about a mile east and half-a-mile north of my part of town. I’m sure the people living there are delighted to have buzzards raising families near their historic, high-dollar, or both houses.
True story: some years ago, when I’d just changed apartments at Flat State U, a small gaggle of vultures decided to settle onto the roofs of a nearby set of apartments and duplexes for a day. The residents called Animal Control and demanded that the birds be chased away forthwith if not sooner. Why? Because those were a Senior Citizen’s housing development, and apparently people in their 80s and 90s didn’t care for the ideas suggested by vultures on the roof. The buzzards left on their own the next day.
The trio plus one shown above had wingspans probably four feet (1.25 m) from tip-to-tip. One made an inspection pass at a Scottie being walked by the lady from down the street, and I’ve never seen that dog-ette pull the leash so hard. His owner was almost running to keep up with him. I suspect she didn’t realize that the buzzard had no desire to eat her dog… Yet.