We are Under Attack

"Don't look now, but there are gigantic vultures on your roof.  Don't let the kids out to play by themselves."

That post on my Facebook wall, or something to that effect, started my day.  Lordy, Lordy!  After dealing with the dead deer a mere 48 hours ago, I'm just not ready for this kind of natural experience.  After loitering on my roof for who knows how long, they descended upon some decaying creature in the creek bed in front of my house.  Secretly, I am, at this point, hoping it's that darn cat we've exiled.  Sadly, I see said cat on the back deck and my hopes are dashed.

Now, I had no idea the turkey buzzards were on the roof to begin with.  Normally I have bat-like hearing.  Apparently, my ears failed me this morning, for I didn't hear their claws on the roof or any sort of noise they may have made.  Can you imagine what my neighbors must have thought?  I'll tell you...they think we're crazy.  It's not good to be the talk of the neighborhood, especially when that discussion is caused by a scene out of the Hitchcock movie "Birds."  Seeing giant, black birds swooping in front of my windows, my curiosity got the best of me, and I looked out the window.  Wrong move.  That's when I finally saw the 10 turkey buzzards waddling around my front yard.  I've never seen such large birds!  They could eat my kids for sure!  Unable to peel my eyes off the fiasco, I observed the activities of the buzzards; they swooped into the ditch and back into the trees with a wingspan I can't even begin to estimate except to say that it was WIIIIDE.  Thank goodness for whatever it was that spooked them that finally got them out of my yard...at least for now.

So, after dealing with the deer the other night and now these nasty, giant birds this morning, I'm about to change my name, cover my house with a giant tarp, and not come out until Spring.