The window in my bedroom is always open. Always. This morning’s cool breezes kept me from sleeping in particularly late but they also alerted me to some new visitors in my ‘hood.
I looked out the window to see a large bird pecking around behind my building. “Is that a turkey?!” I exclaimed aloud. Upon watching it further I decided that said bird may be some type of vulture what with it’s nasty, featherless, crimson-colored head.
What follows is a record of my thought process:
Hmm, turkey or vulture?
Turkey… or… vulture?
Oh my gosh! What if it’s a turkey vulture?!
And just as Wiki confirmed it, I looked up to see that the t.v. had cloned himself! Twice! A trinity of turkey vultures with their nasty, featherless, crimson-colored heads are prowling James Island!
This can only mean one thing: carnage. It could be another bird or a squirrel or maybe some young gator that strayed to far from the marsh. But three vultures wouldn’t just stop and hang out in suburbia unless there were some sort of disgustingly rotting creature laying about, right?
Luckily the scavengers are no longer directly behind my bedroom window and there are no carcasses within sight or smell. I suppose if I were really as interested in animal behavior as I sometimes think I am, I would track down the TVs and find out what lured them to this land. However, I think getting ready for a lunch date with one of my greatest friends on the planet sounds much more appetizing.
