Chasing Buzzards
The dogs run through the field barking at the sky…Alert! Alert! Five…then ten…fifteen buzzards circle overhead. As their circles narrow, I know. It’s time. Buzzards return to the same nesting site every year to hatch their yearlings. They like quiet places, like abandoned barns and broken, deserted houses with tall, empty chimneys. When these buzzards lost […]
The baby buzzard…vulture
