Vultures are a common sight in Cottonfield County and nearby areas. There are two varieties, the Turkey Vulture, so named for it’s bare red head which vaguely resembles that of a wild turkey. The other kind, in local parlance, is the Black Faced Buzzard, which has an obviously black head. I’d provide Wikipedia links, but I’m lazy. The Black Faced Buzzards are more aggressive than turkey vultures, and will stand their ground over road kill when you approach them, where turkey vultures will give way.
Saturday morning, I went back to Cottonfield County to clean up the old Lair, collect the leftovers from moving, and do some other stuff. I made a side trip to Franklin, VA, to stop at Lowe’s for a rental carpet cleaner. As I was passing the old paper mill, there was a flock of black faced buzzards on both sides of the road, and in both lanes. True to form, they didn’t move until The Family Truckster was right on them, and that brings to mind another unique quality of vultures, which is their stench.
The aroma of a vulture is as bad as that of a skunk, and is almost completely unlike skunk scent, except for the burning nose sensation they have in common. I liken skunks to burning tires, where vultures remind me more of fetid armpits.
I’m sure by now you’re asking, “Where does the coincidence fit in to this?” Just as I passed through the fragrant flock, and the stench wafted through the vents of the van, Sirius/XM played the most appropriate opening lyrics of a song from Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon. “Breathe, breathe in the air…”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t retching.
I need coffee. Carrion…