Call me birdbrained, call me flattered
Ahhh, Superbowl Sunday, a nice, warm, clear day, perfect for grilling up dinner before the game. The vultures know the smell of the grill, it seems, for today they are all out, circling low and tight over the barbecues, first one, then another, hopscotching across the neighborhood.
I tried to get a picture, but they had already moved on. I'll be out stalking them a while longer, camera ready.
Enjoy the game fellas.