Woke up waaaayyy too early. Cats and all doggies follow me down stairs. Breakfast time must be adhered to. It’s the rulz, folks. I don’t make 'em.
I fed the cats. Got my protein drink and me and the pups go out on the deck. I put Yorkie on her pee-pad and look over the rail and see 3 buzzards
What the heck? They’re less than 30ft. from the deck.
Betsy the beagle starts up a relentless baying at them. The Chihuahuas are going berserk.
The big ugly birds don’t care not one wit.
They stand their ground. WTF?
I’ve seen more wildlife out here than if I lived in a zoo, through-out the years. This is a first.
While sitting there, one of them gives me the stink-eye. I could take that as a bad omen. Egads!
Hey! Nasty Buzzard-birds I ain’t dead yet!
I got the dogs in and fed.
The lil’wrekker got up and wanted to know what all the commotion was. I point her outdoors.
She comes back in and sez, “There’s 3 eagles on the ground!”
Girl. Please. She grew up here and doesn’t know the difference between buzzards and eagles. :Smack:
Hamza came down soon after asking cranky questions about all the noise. I point him outdoors. He comes back in and sez, “There’s 3 turkeys on the yard!”
Are these people college educated and Arkansas residents? I don’t know these people.
They decide it’s time for people breakfast. The little grandsons come down as soon as they smell food cooking. I showed them the buzzards. The oldest one asks me were they Vultures. Close enough.
I text Son-of-a-wrek and tell him to come here early. I receive a message, “Ugh!”
But he comes.
I showed him the buzzards. He goes for a gun. I told him “No, I believe they are a protected species.” Oh. Okay.
Anyway, shooting them would be gross beyond belief. I hit one with a car once. That car was never the same after that
I want him to find what’s attracting them. A dead feral hogs, most likely.
Then we can remove that and they’ll move on.
While everyone’s eating I sat outside and watch the birds. They were just hanging out. Strange.
I decide my house is a mess. We’ve been busy with garden produce. Little cleaning happened last week.
This is clean up day. There’s gonna be groans and sass talk.
Maybe that’s why the buzzards are hanging around. They smell the filth floating in the air.
Yep.
Clean up day was happening.
I got my notebook and made a chart.
Everyone hates me. I hope they don’t murder me. Buzzards, given enough time could clean up the crime scene.
That’s a plus.