Recently when a opossum was killed by a motorist on my street, a good number of scavenger birds descended and made short work of consuming the corpse.
Most unusual was the five or six turkey vultures that appeared to feast on the roadkill. While I often see crows, along with the occasional raven, this was the first time that I had ever seen turkey vultures on my suburban street.
Vulture in suburbia
Ravens and vultures have territorial disagreements
Vultures trying too look all bad-ass to intimidate crows
Vulture silhouette in the sky
Turkey vultures on telephone pole
Raven on its way to quarrel with vultures
Catching a thermal vent
I tried not to get sentimental but …
It’s been so long since I’ve been in the habit of blogging, I’m not sure where to begin. In the past, my mind was always buzzing with ideas about what to write, and I couldn’t get it written fast enough.
But back then, my problem wasn’t the shortage of ideas, but rather gathering the courage to publish it. I think I’m over that now, thankfully!
Now I just need to focus on some topics to write about. In the meantime I’ll just write about whatever, in short bursts like this post.
After the emotional tumult resulting moving, getting divorced, and getting laid off, things have finally started to settle down for me. Now I’m feeling both relaxed and energetic, so my creative energy can flow. Feels good to be back.
Look at me, cooking again, like a normal grownup.
I fucking love #losangeles
Dogs checking up on their humans at The York.