Yesterday as I was feeding the goats...
and they were basking in the sun...
I focused my camera on the top of the goat fence.
Here, the guineas were also perched...
enjoying the mid-afternoon sun.
I noticed that this white guinea who was busily grooming himself...
kept turning his gaze toward the sky.
Guineas are amazingly aware of all that is going on around them.
And at this particular time a flock of buzzards was busy circling overhead.
All winter long about 50 turkey buzzards have been roosting in the trees
of our neighbor's property.
I had wanted to get a good picture of them;
and now seemed like a good time.
"Stay," I said to Sam.
(and repeated it again in a stern tone...because Sammy doesn't really like to listen all that well.)
"You stay here," I said to Oakley (no stern tone needed for him).
Unlike Sam, Oakley listens the first time.
I took the gator and headed to our neighbor's house...
only to find about 20 turkey buzzards perched on their rooftop
and 10 more on their deck railing.
These birds, though ugly, serve a great purpose...
cleaning up dead animal carcasses.
But somehow, as they circle over the farm...
I can't help but wonder if they are waiting for me to slip and fall on the ice...
tumbling to my demise.
And that creeps me out... just a little!
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