Gathering deacons
waiting between casualties
dream of misfortune.
Gathering deacons
waiting between casualties
dream of misfortune.
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NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch poems






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Turkey vultures certainly look a lot bigger on your windshield than up on a branch . . . Like a ‘near`death’ experience . . .
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Damn roadkill!
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And we do need them. 🙂
janet
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Yes ma’am!
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Amazing bird, being able to smell carrion a mile away. Good pic of the “wake”.
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As a young boy, I did not believe my father when he suggested that perhaps the buzzards could smell carrion. Of course he was right.
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Amazing how smart our parents got as we grew older.
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