The buzzards are back.
I feel so blessed that outside my window blue water laps at the shoreline. I stare out the window (too much) as I (am suppose to be at) work, and feel so thankful to see eagles, fish hawks, gulls, herons, mergansers and "The Cormorant."
But now the buzzards are back. No doubt they are beautiful gliders. I just don't get as excited seeing them over the water. Mainly because I've seen them up close, and I identify them with death, ugliness and puking. Them no...
Published on March 28, 2022 13:09