This morning the clean up crew is roosting in a tall dead tree across the bridge that gets you over Percha Creek into Hillsboro, New Mexico.

This tree is dead as their breakfast and gives the buzzards a good place to open wings and catch the sun’s heat, talk about yesterday’s trips over hillsides, tell grisly buzzard jokes.

Buzzards are a part of western living. In the evening, before the sun goes down, you watch them gliding on updrafts of wind off the hillsides, not in a hurry, conserving energy.

This morning they look big and healthy and well fed.

They don’t mess with the living.

These tree branches look like mastodon bones picked clean at the last town Bar- B- Que. 

Buzzard behavior, for those who haven’t been paying attention, is also found in humans.

 

 

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