“If I were reincarnated, I’d want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.†~ William Faulkner
As I walked to Starbuck’s for an afternoon passion tea, I felt some beady eyes looking at me – sure wish I had better than a 5MP camera on a cell phone. Mr. Buzzard was interested in me, but probably not as a snack. He only likes food that doesn’t move, I think.
Nice to get away from the monitor into ‘nature.’ Nothin’ to see here, move along.