Over a few days, they flocked overhead, sailing on tipped wing in circles above my house. It was perfect for a Halloween movie. Vultures. Cemetery. Eerie music. Well, I only had the turkey vultures and a little roadkilled buck by the highway!
They filled this tree. They roosted in their usual cottonwood. Flapping wings and rustling leaves let me know there were plenty in the two cottonwoods in my yard.
Then. They’re gone.
The forked horn buck has been reduced to bones attended by crows and magpies.
Yesterday, I spotted 55 wild turkeys in our field… where before, eight kept vigil. With the cottonwood now vacated by the vultures, the turkeys, with a waddling, running start, flew up to roost as the sun sank down in the west.
Vultures replaced by turkeys… and the winter storm watch issued for Wednesday. Fall is here!Find me here!